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Jay Critch

"Forecast"

[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Ay)
Oh  Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'ma  lean back in the whip when I ride with your b*tch and she bustin' like shawty
My n*ggas talkin' the money, these n*ggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies
That b*tch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body
She  said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody
My  diamonds is changing the forecast
I just woke up with Dior tags
Walk  in the store and Dior splash
We gettin' chicken like door dash
'member I couldn't afford that
Peak ballin' only been two seasons
Old  money but my wrist new freezer
Two foreigns like I need new Visas

[Verse 1: Rico Baby]
Ain't got time for the playin'
Think you robbin and you had it mistaken
Some of my n*ggas they dashin' off [?]
Callin' me up she want me to tame it
Sippin' to fast n*gga almost fainted
[?]
Shout out my n*gga's they stay on the same sh*t
None of you n*ggas ain't put in no work
She pop a perc and pull up a skirt
Lackin' along with the grip I'm alert
Don't war with the gang you gonna get merked
Shawty she mad at me put money first
Told you from the start its finna gon hurt
I think I like her put the grip on her purse
You want a feature, three for the verse
I took a bean now I'm lookin' hurt
But never lackin', put you up in a Herse
If it's static then we come with the action
I get the pay but you get a fraction
[?] for this sh*t I'm taxin'
Shawty so bad looking like an actress
[?]
[?]
[?]
Now I get paid to sell out a show

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'ma lean back in the whip when I ride with your b*tch and she bustin' like shawty
My n*ggas talkin' the money, these n*ggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies
That b*tch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body
She said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody
My diamonds is changing the forecast
I just woke up with Dior tags
Walk in the store and Dior splash
We gettin' chicken like door dash
'member I couldn't afford that
Peak ballin' only been two seasons
Old money but my wrist new freezer
Two foreigns like I need new Visas

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Big boss, they gon follow the leader
Big Bentley we retired the beamers
You ain't hustlin' I could never be ya
Me and [?] po' a 3 in the litre
Never hated I stayed down, wait for my time, now all that cash keep comin'
These n*ggas wanna be rich but they never grind you ain't get no money
Say he get chips he ain't no sh*t I see through all of the frontin'
Make it flip I get the bands to move
All my n*ggas got a plan or two
Now I'm more like 30
I'm in the spot countin' up with the 30s
I'm smokin' jelly she poppin' a 30
Brand new grip and its already dirty
We on the map now
Ballin' don't know how to act now
We hit the club with the racks out nice lil' vibe and I'm blowin' her back out
We used to run in the trap with the packs in it
And we takin the packs out
And we gon flip it the way that we scorin' a bag lookin' like Jerry Stackhouse

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I'ma lean back in the whip when I ride with your b*tch and she bustin' like shawty
My n*ggas talkin' the money, these n*ggas broken still lyin' 'bout bodies
That b*tch annoyin' I keep her around cuz she got a lil' body
She said that she got a man and I told her rich cool I won't tell anybody
My diamonds is changing the forecast
I just woke up with Dior tags
Walk in the store and Dior splash
We gettin' chicken like door dash
'member I couldn't afford that
Peak ballin' only been two seasons
Old money but my wrist new freezer
Two foreigns like I need new Visas

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