[Intro]
Hey
30
Rico what up bro
Whoa, whoa, hey

[Jay Critch Chorus]
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have shit
Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a bitch
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress

[Rico Baby Verse 1]
N***as ain’t spinning no blocks
These n***as ain’t tote with no chops
I gotta run from the cops, these n***as be running from ops
I hit a jug on they block
These n***as they playing they block
I do this shit for my block and I do the shit for D-Block
And I gotta get to the guwop, my n***as be trapping a lot
Just get to the money don’t play with me, these n***as don’t have the same energy
They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep
Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece
When this bitch shoot Steph Curry heat
And you pussy n***as can't lie to me, on point come and try me
Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me
On the corner store with the ID
Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me
And I got it lit like a hobby
[Jay Critch Chorus]
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have shit
Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a bitch
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress

[Rico Baby Verse 2]
You n***as is bluffing that’s end of discussion
Yall just want some clout yall can't cool with me
So stop with the foolery, what you gon do with me
The n***as be fake like they jewelry
You lied for the book, you lied for the bread, get off my dick you a fed
That internet thugging, we catch you in person, that 30 gon give you a 10
Im back on the wave like a cruise ship, n***as is pussy don’t do shit
Spin through your block in some new shit
Jump out they beat it like who’s this
N***as is lost and clueless, one person toughen neck on some cool shit
You don’t want to do this, yeah I was into that work and then going to school shit
We really do this, trapping all night, I can not lie on my music
I get a bag and I get it fast, these n***as they know what I’m doing
Push an eight ball I’m pooling, get it my way don’t do it
Just like a piece I’m shooting, I’m a big 30 no new clip
[Jay Critch Chorus]
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have shit
Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a bitch
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress