[Intro]

Hey

30

Rico what up bro

Whoa, whoa, hey

[Jay Critch Chorus]

Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me

I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery

They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me

You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing

You don’t really wanna play with me

Last year we was hitting them licks, you niggas still ain’t have shit

Worried about the next man and his chips, nigga you sound like a bitch

I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip

Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress

[Rico Baby Verse 1]

Niggas ain’t spinning no blocks

These niggas ain’t tote with no chops

I gotta run from the cops, these niggas be running from ops

I hit a jug on they block

These niggas they playing they block

I do this shit for my block and I do the shit for D-Block

And I gotta get to the guwop, my niggas be trapping a lot

Just get to the money don’t play with me, these niggas don’t have the same energy

They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep

Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece

When this bitch shoot Steph Curry heat

And you pussy niggas can't lie to me, on point come and try me

Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me

On the corner store with the ID

Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me

And I got it lit like a hobby

[Jay Critch Chorus]

Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me

I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery

They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me

You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing

You don’t really wanna play with me

Last year we was hitting them licks, you niggas still ain’t have shit

Worried about the next man and his chips, nigga you sound like a bitch

I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip

Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress

[Rico Baby Verse 2]

You niggas is bluffing that’s end of discussion

Yall just want some clout yall can't cool with me

So stop with the foolery, what you gon do with me

The niggas be fake like they jewelry

You lied for the book, you lied for the bread, get off my dick you a fed

That internet thugging, we catch you in person, that 30 gon give you a 10

Im back on the wave like a cruise ship, niggas is pussy don’t do shit

Spin through your block in some new shit

Jump out they beat it like who’s this

Niggas is lost and clueless, one person toughen neck on some cool shit

You don’t want to do this, yeah I was into that work and then going to school shit

We really do this, trapping all night, I can not lie on my music

I get a bag and I get it fast, these niggas they know what I’m doing

Push an eight ball I’m pooling, get it my way don’t do it

Just like a piece I’m shooting, I’m a big 30 no new clip

[Jay Critch Chorus]

Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me

I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery

They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me

You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing

You don’t really wanna play with me

Last year we was hitting them licks, you niggas still ain’t have shit

Worried about the next man and his chips, nigga you sound like a bitch

I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip

Hop out some shit you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress