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baba - jay critch lyrics

[intro]
hold it down, yeah
ayy
n*gga, [?] sh*t on the floor (ayy)
n*gga, [?] sh*t on the floor (you know who the f*ck it is, n*gga)
n*gga, [?] sh*t on the floor (trap money gang, thirty, ayy, ayy, uh)

[chorus]
n*gga, [?] sh*t on the floor
i’m having credit when i’m in the stores
i got more money than i had before
she gon’ do everything for that dior
i run it up, and i’m running this sh*t
i remember juggin’ and running this sh*t
[?] one in the head
stay with it, can’t be running [?]
bad b*tch asking for money and sh*t
but that’s not my ba ba
rich b*tch do tricks like [?]
if it’s smoke, get burned like grabba
ain’t flexing, i ain’t heard nothing ’bout him
n*ggas is still in a jam, we do what we want and they do what they can
cup of the muddy like a$ap yam$

[verse]
i need it right now, like asap
it’s a rack for the four, can’t waste that
they don’t give me the money, then i’ma go take that
[?] got like eight straps
better watch your words when you talking, lil’ n*gga
once it go [?] you can’t take it back
i get the drip where they make it at
i spend my money and make it back (hey)
she walk in the crib, get naked
she tryna sip my cup, b*tch, you crazy
check coming in for sure, not maybe
did the song with max b, i’m too wavy
[?] try to tax me, then we raiding
and my block strapped up like the 80’s
vvs’s and they biting like rabies
gotta hustle and i can’t be lazy
if i’m pulling up, then they gotta pay me
if we pulling up, then they gotta pay us
in the booth like this sh*t is a lay up
gotta get the chicken off of the wake up
bad b*tches, they look good with no makeup
once it’s static, then we never gon’ make up
i got slugs in the clip, you can take one
hit the bag up for grass, i’ma take some
seen, i’m getting money [?] didn’t make none
had to man up [?] take some
i was jugging, boy was doing the bank runs
now we got it [?] scr*w*ng they face up
[chorus]
n*gga, [?] sh*t on the floor
i’m having credit when i’m in the stores
i got more money than i had before
she gon’ do everything for that dior
i run it up, and i’m running this sh*t
i remember juggin’ and running this sh*t
[?] one in the head
stay with it, can’t be running [?]
bad b*tch asking for money and sh*t
but that’s not my ba ba
rich b*tch do tricks like [?]
if it’s smoke, get burned like grabba
ain’t flexing, i ain’t heard nothing ’bout him
n*ggas is still in a jam, we do what we want and they do what they can
cup of the muddy like a$ap yam$

- jay critch lyrics

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