[Intro: Jay Critch]
Hey, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a n***a head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money, me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember she ain't want me
VVS's on me now the bitch bustin' (Hey!)
I had to hit me a lick (jug)
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin (Jug)
Thought it was

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
She goin' through the gang, all of us (All of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (Hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (Brrow)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (Brrow)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (Got 'em up)
My n***as on go, ain't no stopping us (Stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (Poppin' up)
I pour me a 4 of pineapple crush (Yeah)

[Verse: 1 Jay Critch]
I pour me a 3 in a peach crush (In a peach crush)
She sip on my lean now she geek'd up (Now she geek'd up)
The girl of your dreams is an eater (Is a eater)
Rocket on me n***a don't try to sneak up (Don't try to sneak up)
Too boring, why she think that I need her?
Two foreigns, bitch need me a visa (Two foreigns)
She staring like she Mona Lisa (Hey!)
Ice glaring came out of the freezer
Diamonds fighting like Goku and Frieza (Goku and Frieza)
No shawty I don't want you or need ya (Want you, or need ya)
How you ballin see you up in the bleachers (Up in the bleachers)
Imma hit a stain, my n***as they bleach up (Jug)
LV put it all on my sneakers
Healthy smokin' all the best reefer (Hey!)
In the ghost lookin' like the grim reaper
Honor roll, she give brain like teacher (Brain like teacher)


[Pre-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a n***a head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money, me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember she ain't want me
VVS's on me now the bitch bustin' (Hey!)
I had to hit me a lick
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin
Thought it was

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
She goin' through the gang, all of us (All of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (Party bus)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (Don't start 'em up)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (Party)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (Got 'em up)
My n***as on go, ain't no stopping us (Stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (Hey)
I pour me a 4 of pineapple crush

[Verse: 2 Rich the Kid]
Pour a 4 down in the big blue (What)
Ice on me like a fucking igloo (Ice)
Big dog, n***a, no Blues Clues (Big dog)
Bring your bitch I'ma give her back too (Bitch)
Ooh, rappers they broke and they salty
Lean in the morning like coffee (Lean)
She got a Birkin, she bossin'
My neck is so wet like a faucet
N***as on the internet flexin' (Flex)
Lookin' at my pockets they pregnant
I just might pull out the Bentley (Skrrt)
Now that I'm worth a few milli' (Huh)
In the kitchen but the stove broke
I was hustlin' for a bankroll
Blue cheese all hundos (Blue)
She on her back like camel (Rich)


[Pre-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a n***a head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money, me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I remember she ain't want me
VVS's on me now the bitch bustin' (Hey!)
I had to hit me a lick (Jug)
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin (Jug)
Thought it was

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
She goin' through the gang, all of us (All of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (Hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (Brrow)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (Brrow)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (Got 'em up)
My n***as on go, ain't no stopping us (Stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (Poppin' up)
I pour me a 4 of pineapple crush (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Famous Dex]
Dexter, ah, woah, ah, woah
Pull to the club, shoot the party up
Got money my pockets, yeah, big bucks
Rich Forever, they can't fuck with us
That AP my wrist, fuck that Rollie up
Hop in the back of that Maybach
Flexin’ so hard, man, you know you can't say that
Can't fuck with Tammy or [?]
Flexin' your chains, man, my shooters'll snatch that
I gotta smoke up the onion
N***as talkin', but really ain't getin' no money
I came from nothin' to somethin'
Pop me two pills, my heart be jumpin'
What, huh, fuck you lil' bitch on a date
I might just bus' in her face
I got the money on me, tell the lil' bitch I'll buy her Celine


[Pre-Chorus: Jay Critch]
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a n***a head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money, me and the bread be havin' discussions (I just be talkin' that bread)
I made moves she ain't want me
VVS's on me now the bitch bustin' (Hey!)
I had to hit me a lick (Jug)
You thought it was lean, but it was the 'tussin (Jug)
Thought it was

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
She goin' through the gang, all of us (all of us)
She off a Xan, party bus (hey!)
Shooters in the cut don't start 'em up (Brrow)
Pull up to the spot shoot the party up (Brrow)
My pockets was low but I got 'em up (Got 'em up)
My n***as on go, ain't no stopping us (Stopping us)
I got me some dough now she poppin' up (Poppin' up)
I pour me a 4 of pineapple crush (Yeah)