Stacy Dash - Jay Critch

I’m tryna make me a fortune, you know I’m all bout the check

We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk

If it’s static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next

If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes

Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy

All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's

Opps don’t know what to do, they ain’t gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy

RoRo already made news, don’t get it confused, he’ll still go crazy

I ain’t talkin' 'bout perfume, if the shooters walk through, get sprayed like

Macy’s

In my city I’m a giant, but nigga be makin' them plays like I’m Brady

I pull up and shorty ironing, she get on the dick and then she going brazy

Private jet when I be flyin', I’m putting the team on my back like McGrady

Heart cold, yeah, it’s hollow

One in the head, gotta ride with the hollows

I don’t trust none of these niggas, when you gettin' money, they all gonna

follow

I don’t trust none of these bitches, these bitches get hit and be gone by

tomorrow

You better hurry and get up them packs cause, yeah, they gone by tomorrow

Lamb truck, I don’t want that Tahoe

Chips full with the cheese like taco

Bad bitch, she like to put on a show, and she gon' slide and make it clap like

bravo

Ridin' the foreign, we swerving a pothole

Ridin' a foreign, we swerving the police

Why do these fuck niggas act like they know me?

30's pull up, leave 'em drippy like codeine

I’m tryna make me a fortune, you know I’m all bout the check

We in the trap like The Office, and issa whole lot of racks on the desk

If it’s static then we get 'em hit, and nigga you could be next

If shorty french kissing the-, I put her wrist in baguettes

Rich bitch in a G-Wagon, she do the dash and she bad like Stacy

All my niggas get a bag, young niggas getting money like the 80's

Opps don’t know what to do, they ain’t gettin' no loot, them niggas too lazy

RoRo already made news, don’t get it confused, he’ll still go crazy