Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Resort , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Resort |
| Bro what’s good bro? |
| Talk money gang |
| Nigga’s don’t want no- (Hey) |
| Niggas want no money |
| They want somebody to go get it for them |
| These niggas don’t want no money |
| They want somebody to go get it for them (Go get it for them) |
| Ay, get you some money, they start acting |
| Like you gotta reward them |
| Diamonds on me like awards (Like awards) |
| She said she tired of that nigga, she bored |
| Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (Than yours) |
| Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (Resort) |
| Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (From the West Coast) |
| I’m giving bars like it’s Death Row |
| She do it all for a check though |
| I signed it up now my neck glow |
| I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas |
| I don’t wanna tote being broke with you niggas |
| Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger |
| I ate me a steak and ran off with the figures |
| She wanna come get involved with the nigga |
| Hold up the money keep calling a nigga |
| 'Til I know we go in the back with no swishers |
| She wildin', I think I might have to dismiss her |
| Another day another bag to go pick up |
| She keep coming around me asking for liquor |
| Keep my brothers with me, they never switch up |
| Do it both, do the Bentley then switch up |
| Diamond with me, you gone have to get picked up |
| When the Maybach, then I want me a Fisker |
| Diamonds flashing and you not in the picture |
| I might smash it then I’m hitting her sister |
| Stupid, I can turn your bitch into a model |
| Hood fav, bitch I’m doing numbers like the lotto |
| From the top seats, no space at the bottom |
| Boss up, if it ain’t Kate what’s the problem (Hey) |
| These niggas don’t want no money (Don't want no money) |
| They want somebody to go get it for them aye |
| Ay, get you some money, they start acting |
| Like you gotta reward them |
| Diamonds on me like awards |
| She said she tired of that nigga, she bored (She bored) |
| Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (Bigger than yours) |
| Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (Hey) |
| Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (From the West Coast) |
| I’m giving bars like it’s Death Row (Death Row) |
| She do it all for a check though |
| I signed it up now my neck glow |
| I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas |
| I don’t wanna tote being broke with you niggas |
| Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger |
| I ate me a steak and ran with the figures |