Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Out, artist - Jay Critch. Album song Signed with Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Talk Money
Song language: English
Take Out |
| And that money stretching way out |
| Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out |
| Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out |
| I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out |
| But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me |
| That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it |
| All of the ice, like I’m on a hockey rink |
| I’m living nice, remember was plotting |
| I roll a dice, and I went and got it |
| Shorty was playing but now she on top of me |
| Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery |
| I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me |
| I’m talking money I’m talking it properly |
| These niggas don’t make no sense |
| They wasn’t around when I needed that bread for the studio |
| Mommy was stressin' bout rent |
| Watch these niggas cause they smile when they see you balling but they really |
| want you on the bench |
| Hood Fav, copped the mansion in Calabasas but he really came up out the trench |
| Bitch if I said it then that’s what I meant |
| Came from the ground we came from the cement |
| She told her friend that she fuck with me, but she know that’s not really how |
| it went |
| Rackies with me like they stuck to me |
| Remember my pockets had nothing but lint |
| Nigga my pockets was ug-ly, we wasn’t copping up nothing but nicks |
| But even when I take loss I still gotta score I feel like Melo on the Knicks |
| I turned myself to a boss, I couldn’t afford, now it’s Amiri for the fits |
| I’m screaming «fuck all my rivals,» Hood Fav, in my hood I’m an idol |
| Flexing like I got the title, drop the bag I could never be like you |
| I’m smoking big runtz pack no mango, I say this shit two times free Tango |
| Chains on my neck too big don’t tangle |
| Ass too big shorty don’t need angles |
| I put the dick in her ribs, different color whips, we pulling up back to back |
| I’m on that rich nigga shit, picking up the chips, then I come back for the |
| racks |
| Aye, and that money stretching way out |
| Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out |
| Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out |
| I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out |
| But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me |
| That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it |
| All of the ice like I’m on a hockey rink |
| I’m living nice, remember was plotting |
| I roll a dice and I went and got it |
| Shorty was playing but now she on top of me |
| Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery |
| I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me |
| Pull up looking like I’m hitting the lottery |
| With the gang cause I know how they rocking |
| Work for it then I finally got it |
| You won’t see me till I see the deposit |
| Get to the racks when I’m laying up |
| Cartier flooded you ain’t talking money then you should have nothing to say to |
| us |
| We got some money they started moving funny and that’s why them niggas can’t |
| hang with us |
| It felt like we was just in that trap |
| It be the main niggas always doing the talking and ain’t never got no racks |
| I had to stack up I was splurging a little but I’m about to make that back |
| She just a backup tryna act like my woman I told her it ain’t like that |
| Don’t get me started lil nigga don’t try me |
| Love all my niggas I keep em beside me |
| Don’t give a fuck what a boy say, shooter pull up and he do the boy grimey |
| I got a bad little bitch she spoiled she always bitching and whining |
| Tell her to pull up and then I just kill it like I’m the one doing the lining |
| (Yeah I lined it up) |
| Aye, and that money stretching way out |
| Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out |
| Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out |
| I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out |
| But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me |
| That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it |
| All of the ice like I’m on a hockey rink |
| I’m living nice, remember was plotting |
| I roll a dice and I went and got it |
| Shorty was playing but now she on top of me |
| Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery |
| I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me |