| Aye
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| Jay Critch Hood Fav (Talk Money Gang)
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| Look
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| Aye
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| You know I’m talking that money shit
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| But I don’t like to say too much
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| These niggas bitch and complain too much
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| They ain’t ballin', they playing 2K too much
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| Don’t want no bottles, I came two cups
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| Momma said I been sipping that drank too much
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| Shawty pull up with the brain too clutch
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| She got whole lotta ass but it ain’t too much
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| They be talking why they never saying to us
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| Shoe box full of racks, I was saving it up
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| You was not in the trap, you ain’t hanging with us
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| Young rich niggas, see the ice hanging on us
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| Penthouse, but we came from benches
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| They shooters don’t score go benches
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| Don’t ask what this cost, expensive
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| New whip, in the LV vintage
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| He make songs but he don’t really live it
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| Turn 'em off I got all of the switches
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| Money long, got 'em all in they feelings
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| They like «Critch you been gone for a minute»
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| I’m like «Oh my fault I was getting some digits»
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| But they telling me I ain’t really miss shit
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| Aight cool but I got a new hit list
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| And I’m back, all these niggas is victims
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| I turn my dreams to reality
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| Don’t try to tell me how to live it
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| That little shit used to excite me
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| But now that’s just how I’m living
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| I used to pay for these late nights
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| And only God is my witness
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| You know this shit is a blessing
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| I ain’t grow up with no privilege
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| Sipping wok, I ain’t sipping no privilege
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| Bad bitch, and now she work up in privilege
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| I let you 'round the gang it’s a privilege
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| Free Tango out up outta that prison
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| Dead broke and my palms was just itching
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| They say life all about your decisions
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| Before I stave all your shit will go missing
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| Tryna rob off the xans we was glitching
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| Get a bag and just play in position
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| Know that money be getting addictive
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| Since a youngin just wanted the chicken
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| She freaky told me put the dick in
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| Ain’t have to shoot 'em but we had to blitz 'em
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| Bit chop we could still box and fix 'em
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| Flip 'em then when he drop we kick 'em
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| Don’t do no running this ain’t the Olympics
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| You know I’m talking that money shit
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| But I don’t like to say too much
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| These niggas bitch and complain too much
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| They ain’t ballin', they playing 2K too much
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| Don’t want no bottles, I came two cups
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| Momma said I been sipping that drank too much
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| Shawty pull up with the brain too clutch
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| She got whole lotta ass but it ain’t too much
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| They be talking why they never saying to us
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| Shoe box full of racks, I was saving it up
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| You was not in the trap, you ain’t hanging with us
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| Young rich niggas, see the ice hanging on us
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| Penthouse, but we came from benches
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| They shooters don’t score go benches
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| Don’t ask what this cost, expensive
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| New whip, in the LV vintage |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Much , by - Jay Critch. Song from the album Signed with Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп