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Resort Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Critch
Length: 2:14
Written by: Jason Critchlow




Jay Critch - Resort Lyrics
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These niggas don't want no money
They want somebody to go get it for them (go get it for them)
Ay, get you some money
They start acting like you gotta reward them
Diamonds on me like awards (like awards)
She said she tired of that nigga, she bored
Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (than yours)
Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (resort)
Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (From the West Coast)
I'm giving bars like it's Death Row (like it's Death Row)
She do it all for a check though (for a check)
I signed it up now my neck glow
I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas (ball with my niggas)
I don't wanna tote being broke with you niggas
Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger
I hit me a stain and ran off with the figures (true)

She wanna come get involved with the nigga
Hold up the money keep calling a nigga
Gelato, we going up Backwood, no Swishers
She wildin', I think I might have to dismiss her
Another day another bag to go pick up
She keep coming around me asking for liquor
Keep my brothers with me, they never switch up
In the Ghost, do the Bentley then switch up
Dime with me, you gon' have to get picked up
Want a Maybach, then I want me a Fisker
Diamonds flashing and you not in the picture
I might smash it then I'm hitting her sister
Stupid I can turn your bitch into a model
Hood fave, bitch I'm doing numbers like the lotto
From the top seats, no space at the bottom
Boss up, if it ain't cake what's the problem (hey)

These niggas don't want no money (don't want no money)
They want somebody to go get it for them (go get it for them)
Ay, get you some money, they start acting
Like you gotta reward them
Diamonds on me like awards (like awards)
She said she tired of that nigga, she bored (she bored)
Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (bigger than yours)
Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (hey)
Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (from the West Coast)
I'm giving bars like it's Death Row (Death Row)
She do it all for a check though
I signed it up now my neck glow
I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas (ball with my niggas)
I don't wanna tote being broke with you niggas
Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger
I hit me a stain and ran off with the figures (true, true)
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These niggas don't want no money
They want somebody to go get it for them (go get it for them)
Ay, get you some money
They start acting like you gotta reward them
Diamonds on me like awards (like awards)
She said she tired of that nigga, she bored
Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (than yours)
Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (resort)
Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (From the West Coast)
I'm giving bars like it's Death Row (like it's Death Row)
She do it all for a check though (for a check)
I signed it up now my neck glow
I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas (ball with my niggas)
I don't wanna tote being broke with you niggas
Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger
I hit me a stain and ran off with the figures (true)

She wanna come get involved with the nigga
Hold up the money keep calling a nigga
Gelato, we going up Backwood, no Swishers
She wildin', I think I might have to dismiss her
Another day another bag to go pick up
She keep coming around me asking for liquor
Keep my brothers with me, they never switch up
In the Ghost, do the Bentley then switch up
Dime with me, you gon' have to get picked up
Want a Maybach, then I want me a Fisker
Diamonds flashing and you not in the picture
I might smash it then I'm hitting her sister
Stupid I can turn your bitch into a model
Hood fave, bitch I'm doing numbers like the lotto
From the top seats, no space at the bottom
Boss up, if it ain't cake what's the problem (hey)

These niggas don't want no money (don't want no money)
They want somebody to go get it for them (go get it for them)
Ay, get you some money, they start acting
Like you gotta reward them
Diamonds on me like awards (like awards)
She said she tired of that nigga, she bored (she bored)
Stop talking her bag is way bigger than yours (bigger than yours)
Stacking 'til my crib look like a resort (hey)
Bad bitch, she straight from the West Coast (from the West Coast)
I'm giving bars like it's Death Row (Death Row)
She do it all for a check though
I signed it up now my neck glow
I swear that I just wanna ball with my niggas (ball with my niggas)
I don't wanna tote being broke with you niggas
Remember my pockets was smaller, they bigger
I hit me a stain and ran off with the figures (true, true)
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Writer: Jason Critchlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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