Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peso, artist - Jay Critch. Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Peso |
| Ayy, I count cash all day though |
| Bad bitch look like J-Lo |
| I put the bitch on the payroll |
| Tell her to do what I say so |
| I know they hate, it’s okay though |
| I want that face in the Range Rove' |
| She do the most for the pesos |
| Diamonds, they shootin' like dracos |
| Spin on your block and we lay low |
| Play with the racks, shit Play-Doh |
| I walked in the bank with a bankroll |
| She suckin' me up, had to change clothes |
| I want that head like a halo |
| My niggas shootin' like Halo |
| I fell asleep off the Faygo |
| She know whatever I say go |
| Tell her to fuck it up |
| She do the most and do more |
| I’ma go double up |
| Tryin' to get all of the blue notes |
| She be actin' like a lame ho |
| I cannot fuck with the same hoes |
| Why you acting like you ain’t know? |
| I’m in the whip and it’s paid for |
| I pour it up then sip |
| Stay with my niggas, I can’t switch |
| She let me fuck in the whip |
| Whole lotta hoes like Saint Nick |
| Might put Chanel on the kicks |
| But that’s only for my main bitch |
| When she throwing it back, it be dangerous |
| Talkin' money, she speaking my language |
| She hop on the dick, do tricks |
| Like it’s somebody recording her |
| And I used to go hit me a lick |
| Back to the block like, «Order up» |
| Then I go and pull up to my show like thirty deep |
| But it really be more of us |
| Before I got me some dough, they all was sleep |
| 'Member they was ignoring us |
| Get the money, that’s really all we know |
| Young nigga but I’m going beast mode |
| And they sending shots, but we eat those |
| We gon' bang your block with a three-oh |
| Bang your block, turn you to meatloaf |
| Smoking Cali on the East Coast |
| She tell me to stop when I deep stroke |
| She do it all, and she deep throat |
| On the block, I’m with 40 and Rico |
| Like the mafia, takin' the peacoat |
| If you crossing the line like a free throw |
| Looking out for them cops and them people |
| She do what I say 'cause I said so |
| Bundles all in my pockets like eggrolls |
| Built it up from the ground like a Lego |
| Hit it once, she don’t know how to let go |
| I count cash all day though |
| Bad bitch look like J-Lo |
| I put the bitch on the payroll |
| Tell her to do what I say so |
| I know they hate, it’s okay though |
| I want that face in the Range Rove' |
| She do the most for the pesos |
| Diamonds, they shootin' like dracos |
| Spin on your block and we lay low |
| Play with the racks, shit Play-Doh |
| I walked in the bank with a bankroll |
| She suckin' me up, had to change clothes |
| I want that head like a halo |
| My niggas shootin' like Halo |
| I fell asleep off the Faygo |
| She know whatever I say go |
| Tell her to fuck it up |
| She do the most and do more |
| I’ma go double up |
| Tryin' to get all of the blue notes |
| She be actin' like a lame ho |
| I cannot fuck with the same hoes |
| Why you acting like you ain’t know? |
| I’m in the whip and it’s paid for |
| I woke up in the studio |
| Bad bitch, big booty ho |
| Got her off the Don Julio |
| Take a sip and she do the most |
| Sippin' juice, pour a two in four |
| I’m a boss but you knew it though |
| I be flexin', what you do that for? |
| Niggas broke and they losing hope |
| Roll me a blunt of the good shit |
| I’m takin' off like a rocket |
| And I went and I got me a hood bitch |
| She not with none of the nonsense |
| And I told 'em to cut all the bullshit |
| That shit ain’t makin' no profit |
| It was ramen noodles like every day |
| Now I pick up the bag like a chopstick |
| I was just going the wrong way |
| I made it right where the dough is |
| Count up the racks, been a long day |
| But I gotta stay focused |
| I know why they hatin' on Hood Fave |
| 'Cause they new shit can’t fuck with my old shit |
| All of my weed came from LA |
| I ain’t smokin' that shit 'less it’s potent |
| She give me brain like a headband |
| I rock Amiris like sweatpants |
| Diamonds pitchin' like Mets fans |
| Keep hating, that’s your best chance (Best chance) |
| Got some money in the safe |
| I got some more on the debit |
| Same team, no new faces |
| All of my niggas gon' get it |
| I count cash all day though |
| Bad bitch look like J-Lo |
| I put the bitch on the payroll |
| Tell her to do what I say so |
| I know they hate, it’s okay though |
| I want that face in the Range Rove' |
| She do the most for the pesos |
| Diamonds, they shootin' like dracos |
| Spin on your block and we lay low |
| Play with the racks, shit Play-Doh |
| I walked in the bank with a bankroll |
| She suckin' me up, had to change clothes |
| I want that head like a halo |
| My niggas shootin' like Halo |
| I fell asleep off the Faygo |
| She know whatever I say go |
| Tell her to fuck it up |
| She do the most and do more |
| I’ma go double up |
| Tryin' to get all of the blue notes |
| She be actin' like a lame ho |
| I cannot fuck with the same hoes |
| Why you acting like you ain’t know? |
| I’m in the whip and it’s paid for |