Take Out - Jay Critch

And that money stretching way out

Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out

Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out

I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out

But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me

That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it

All of the ice, like I’m on a hockey rink

I’m living nice, remember was plotting

I roll a dice, and I went and got it

Shorty was playing but now she on top of me

Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery

I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me

I’m talking money I’m talking it properly

These niggas don’t make no sense

They wasn’t around when I needed that bread for the studio

Mommy was stressin' bout rent

Watch these niggas cause they smile when they see you balling but they really

want you on the bench

Hood Fav, copped the mansion in Calabasas but he really came up out the trench

Bitch if I said it then that’s what I meant

Came from the ground we came from the cement

She told her friend that she fuck with me, but she know that’s not really how

it went

Rackies with me like they stuck to me

Remember my pockets had nothing but lint

Nigga my pockets was ug-ly, we wasn’t copping up nothing but nicks

But even when I take loss I still gotta score I feel like Melo on the Knicks

I turned myself to a boss, I couldn’t afford, now it’s Amiri for the fits

I’m screaming «fuck all my rivals,» Hood Fav, in my hood I’m an idol

Flexing like I got the title, drop the bag I could never be like you

I’m smoking big runtz pack no mango, I say this shit two times free Tango

Chains on my neck too big don’t tangle

Ass too big shorty don’t need angles

I put the dick in her ribs, different color whips, we pulling up back to back

I’m on that rich nigga shit, picking up the chips, then I come back for the

racks

Aye, and that money stretching way out

Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out

Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out

I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out

But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me

That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it

All of the ice like I’m on a hockey rink

I’m living nice, remember was plotting

I roll a dice and I went and got it

Shorty was playing but now she on top of me

Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery

I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me

Pull up looking like I’m hitting the lottery

With the gang cause I know how they rocking

Work for it then I finally got it

You won’t see me till I see the deposit

Get to the racks when I’m laying up

Cartier flooded you ain’t talking money then you should have nothing to say to

us

We got some money they started moving funny and that’s why them niggas can’t

hang with us

It felt like we was just in that trap

It be the main niggas always doing the talking and ain’t never got no racks

I had to stack up I was splurging a little but I’m about to make that back

She just a backup tryna act like my woman I told her it ain’t like that

Don’t get me started lil nigga don’t try me

Love all my niggas I keep em beside me

Don’t give a fuck what a boy say, shooter pull up and he do the boy grimey

I got a bad little bitch she spoiled she always bitching and whining

Tell her to pull up and then I just kill it like I’m the one doing the lining

(Yeah I lined it up)

Aye, and that money stretching way out

Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out

Whole gang full of stars, I’m back in the hood and I’m backin' the Wraith out

I’m livin' large, bad little bitch just fuck don’t make out

But I’m wit her friend now she talkin' bout blocking me

That money coming ain’t nobody stopping it

All of the ice like I’m on a hockey rink

I’m living nice, remember was plotting

I roll a dice and I went and got it

Shorty was playing but now she on top of me

Gun to his face if he think it’s a robbery

I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me