Jay Critch
No Huddle
[Intro]
(Money)
Hey

[Chorus]
Thought I told him, "N***a, speak up" (Speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (She don't speak)
Me and her be talkin' 'bout the bag and we get geeked up (Hey)
They keep on talkin' 'bout that shit they doin', I ain't seein' nothin' (I ain't seein')
No, I ain't seein' 'em, I guess they lowkey or somethin' (Oh, they lowkey)
Broke ho keep askin' for a slice, this shit ain't Pizza Hut (This shit ain't Pizza Hut)
I'm like, "No," I need all that money, swear I'm too attached (I'm like, "No")
And when you get that bag, make sure you know what to do with that (You know what to do)

[Verse]
They be name-droppin' shit and I'm like, "Who is that?" (I'm like "who?")
We got baddies all through the spot, it look like booby trap (Baddie)
Huh, he be fallin' for the pussy, for the booby traps (Stupid)
They lined him up, then they took his chain, ain't get his jewelry back
Damn, stay on point, I hope you movin' tac'
I took a flight, no luggage, I touched down and spent a few at Saks (Hood fav')
I'm ballin' out, no huddle, throw the lateral, bro run it back (Run it back)
Get some money and you know what come with that (Come with that)
Every twenty racks, get some new straps (Buh, buh, buh)
Took a loss and I made a hundred back (Hundred)
Hood fav' 'cause I keep a hundred (I keep it a hundred)
She a baddie, you know how I'm comin' (Yeah)
She a baddie, I don't need no honey (Baddie)
She a baddie, I'm all in her stomach (Hey)
She take— don't do no runnin' (Don't do no runnin')
Ain't need a drank, I'm sippin' dirty (Sippin' dirty)
Ain't even take no pic with these hundreds (Pic with these hundreds)
Ain't even take no pic in this fit (Pic in this fit), fuck it, they already know I be stuntin' (You know I be stuntin')
I got a baddie like Playboy Bunny (Playboy Bunny)
It's one thing to do, just make more money (Hey, make more money)
It's one thing to do, just make more money (Make more money)
It's one thing to do, just make more money (Just make more money)
[Chorus]
Thought I told him, "N***a, speak up" (Speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (Baddie)
Me and her be talkin' 'bout the bag and we get geeked up (Geeked)
They keep on talkin' 'bout that shit they doin', I ain't seein' nothin' (I ain't seein')
No, I ain't seein' 'em, I guess they lowkey or somethin' (Oh, they lowkey)
Broke ho keep askin' for a slice, this shit ain't Pizza Hut (This shit ain't Pizza Hut)
I'm like, "No," I need all that money, swear I'm too attached (I'm like, "No")
And when you get that bag, make sure you know what to do with that (You know what to do)