Jay Critch - All I Wanted

Big TME
Don't forget the fuckin' letters
Ayy, ayy

I got a bad bitch she hit my jack all day
Now I don't even want her (don't even want her)
Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion
That's all that we wanted (all that we wanted)
Uh, can't show no love to nobody
Don't fuck with you niggas if I'm bein' honest
Stay with the duffle up on me
The duffle bag on me, it's full of the hunnids (hey)
Run it up, hunnids blue like Sonic (Sonic)
Pull out the Ghost and it's haunted (it's haunted)
I don't know why she think she a baddie
'Cause that pussy got bodies it's haunted (bodies)
And I got me some bread now I'm on it
Uh, hop in the V and floor it (floor it)
These niggas breeze like forest (forest)
We gettin' green like florists (florists)

Cartier frames look like I'm givin' lessons
Sippin' this drink cause a nigga be stressin'
All of this money gon' send 'em a message
I put the work in I'm fully invested
When I was broke, yeah, I had enough sleep
Now I get money so no I ain't restin'
And in my city it's never no peace
Everyday niggas get hit and they restin'
I'm tryna make some dollars every second
Get to it first and I don't get it second
When I was little just wanted a necklace
You little niggas ain't gettin' no check in
Some of my niggas still doin' some dirt in
Money be clean, that money be neat
Shawty said she gettin' tired of workin'
I flew her out and put her on a beach
She let me fuck and she kept it discreet
And when it's smoke we kept it the streets
I'm in the Benz it's just me and my heat
Guaranteed they won't take nothin' from me
And they can try but they nothin' like me
It ain't no tryouts to get on my team
I swear that money turned me to a beast
Maybach and I'm reclinin' the seats

I got a bad bitch she hit my jack all day
Now I don't even want her (don't even want her)
Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion
That's all that we wanted (all that we wanted)
Uh, can't show no love to nobody
Don't fuck with you niggas if I'm bein' honest
Stay with the duffle up on me
The duffle bag on me, it's full of the hunnids (hey)
Run it up, hunnids blue like Sonic (Sonic)
Pull out the Ghost and it's haunted (it's haunted)
I don't know why she think she a baddie
'Cause that pussy got bodies it's haunted (it's haunted)
And I got me some bread now I'm on it (I'm on it)
Uh, hop in the V and floor it (floor it)
These niggas breeze like forest (forest)
We gettin' green like florists (like florists)

Written by:
Jason Critchlow, Marz Beats

Publisher:
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