Jay Critch - Take Out Lyrics

And that money stretchin' 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 f*ck don't make out (hey)
But I'm on her friend now she talkin' bout blockin' me
More money comin', nobody stoppin' it
All of the ice, like I'm on a hockey rink
I'm livin' nice, remember was plottin'
I roll a dice, and I went and got it
Shorty was playin' 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 talkin' money, I'm talkin' 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 ballin'
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 f*ck with me
But she know that's not really how it went
Rackies with me like they stuck to me
Remember my pockets had nothin' but lint
Nigga my pockets was ugly, we wasn't coppin' up nothin' 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 screamin', "F*ck all my rivals"
Hood Fave, in my hood I'm an idol
Flexin' like I got the title
Drop the bag I could never be like you
I'm smokin' 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 pullin' up back to back
I'm on that rich nigga shit, pickin' up the chips, then I come back for the racks

Ayy, and that money stretchin' 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 f*ck don't make out (hey)
But I'm on her friend now she talkin' bout blockin' me
More money comin', nobody stoppin' it
All of the ice like I'm on a hockey rink
I'm livin' nice, remember was plottin'
I roll a dice and I went and got it
Shorty was playin' 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 lookin' like I'm hittin' the lottery
With the gang 'cause I know how they rockin'
Work for it then I finally got it
You won't see me 'til I see the deposit
Get to the racks when I'm layin' up
Cartier flooded you ain't talkin' money
Then you should have nothin' to say to us
We got some money they start movin' 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 doin' the talkin' and ain't never got no racks
I had to stack up I was splurgin' 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 f*ck what a boy say
Shooter pull up and he do the boy grimey
I got a bad little bitch, she spoiled, she always bitchin' and whinin'
Tell her to pull up and then I just kill it
Like I'm the one doin' the linin' (yeah, I lined it, hey)

Ayy, and that money stretchin' 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 f*ck don't make out (hey)
But I'm on her friend now she talkin' bout blockin' me
More money comin', nobody stoppin' it
All of the ice like I'm on a hockey rink
I'm livin' nice, remember was plottin'
I roll a dice and I went and got it
Shorty was playin' 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