Ayy, money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (grrah)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
They wish they could go out and have it
My bitch a baddie, she a headache
I can't lack when I be movin'
If they plottin' I'll be ready (boom)
It don't matter if he movin'
You know cuzzo hold a steady (cuzzo)
And my bloody bringin' heavy
Rip bloody like spaghetti
And I got racks (and I got racks)
I don't wanna relax (I don't wanna relax)
My niggas still be on the wave but you know we all on the mat
I'm on a private plane, I go all over the map
I'ma be stuck in my ways 'til I get old and collapse ('til I get old and I drop)
They wasn't there in them days when we was all that we had
And you know ain't shit changed, just put a load in the stash (jugg, jugg)
I took some losses, I wish that I could get all of 'em back
Niggas can't hear 'cause I feel 'em watchin' right over my back
Money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (boom)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
Jay Critch - Familiar Lyrics
Jay Critch - Familiar Lyrics
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Ayy, money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (grrah)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
They wish they could go out and have it
My bitch a baddie, she a headache
I can't lack when I be movin'
If they plottin' I'll be ready (boom)
It don't matter if he movin'
You know cuzzo hold a steady (cuzzo)
And my bloody bringin' heavy
Rip bloody like spaghetti
And I got racks (and I got racks)
I don't wanna relax (I don't wanna relax)
My niggas still be on the wave but you know we all on the mat
I'm on a private plane, I go all over the map
I'ma be stuck in my ways 'til I get old and collapse ('til I get old and I drop)
They wasn't there in them days when we was all that we had
And you know ain't shit changed, just put a load in the stash (jugg, jugg)
I took some losses, I wish that I could get all of 'em back
Niggas can't hear 'cause I feel 'em watchin' right over my back
Money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (boom)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (grrah)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
They wish they could go out and have it
My bitch a baddie, she a headache
I can't lack when I be movin'
If they plottin' I'll be ready (boom)
It don't matter if he movin'
You know cuzzo hold a steady (cuzzo)
And my bloody bringin' heavy
Rip bloody like spaghetti
And I got racks (and I got racks)
I don't wanna relax (I don't wanna relax)
My niggas still be on the wave but you know we all on the mat
I'm on a private plane, I go all over the map
I'ma be stuck in my ways 'til I get old and collapse ('til I get old and I drop)
They wasn't there in them days when we was all that we had
And you know ain't shit changed, just put a load in the stash (jugg, jugg)
I took some losses, I wish that I could get all of 'em back
Niggas can't hear 'cause I feel 'em watchin' right over my back
Money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two degrees (AP, and it's two degrees)
From the jungle, ain't no zoo in me
Dior bag, got the .2 with me (boom)
Bitch don't call me with no foolery (no)
Niggas actin' like they cool with me (hey)
Mike Amiri, came from Nudie Jeans
Them niggas ain't never ballin'
Only time they on court is if they rattin' or they suin' me
Bro got locked down for two to three (two to three)
Ain't goin' outside, man, forget it (forget it)
Increasin' my money and credit (money and credit)
Admit it, just give me my credit (give me my credit)
Writer: Jason Critchlow, Astin Chanel, Laron Wages
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group