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hell is on you - jay critch lyrics

[intro]
aye, aye

[chorus]
money called in i’ll be up in the morning
money called in best believe that i’m balling
you ain’t getting money what the h-ll is you on?
they gonna tell me i got in on my own (hey!)
smoke on the block with the propane
cookie came from the coast
eleven gucci, ah, gucci my toes
i wear the gucci, it’s straight out the store
whip in that foreign got road rage
i might flex on a hoe
gotta keep flexing them days i was broke
wifey keep texting keep that on the low

[hook]
i can’t be stressing, i just keep the dough, man
in the bentley look like cocaine
why he talking he a no-name
thirties, cook em’ up like low, man
i’m on some other sh-t
they say they balling they really be fumbling
imma just f-ck her and say that i’m done with it
i put your gang on the map and they loving it
hey, i went through pain for the racks she can’t touch me, nah
she hop in the v, give me jaw
we rockin’ the lean get it all
i hurt her head and can’t hear them at all
i know they with it but i cannot fall
they like “hood favourite that money get tall”
pay for the pavement but don’t get involved
she let me glaze it i don’t even call
imma hit it this sh-t off, chris paul
off that henny i don’t want, crystal
n-ggas’ playing like they tough, they soft
we got money had a marriage, i got a bad b-tch, -ss fat she embarr-ssed
call her anything but average, paper be stacking
add that to the carriage

[chorus]
(aye), money called in i’ll be up in the morning
money called in best believe that i’m balling
you ain’t getting money what the h-ll is you on?
they gonna tell me i got in on my own (hey!)
smoke on the block with the propane
cookie came from the coast
eleven gucci, ah, gucci my toes
i wear the gucci, it’s straight out the store
whip in that foreign got road rage
i might flex on a hoe
gotta keep flexing them days i was broke
wifey keep texting keep that on the low

- jay critch lyrics

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