Jay Critch – All I Wanted Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics All I Wanted – Jay Critch

I got a bad b**ch she hit my jack all day now
I don’t even want her
Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion
That’s all that we wanted
Can’t show no love to nobody
Don’t f**k with you n**gas if I’m being honest
Stay with duffle all up on me
The duffle bag on me its full of the hunnids

Run it up on this blue like Sonic
Pull out the ghost and it’s haunted
I don’t know why she think she a baddie
Cause that p**sy got bodies it’s haunted
And I got me some bread now I’m on it
Hop in the V and floor it
These n**gas breeze like foreigns
We gettin’ green like florists

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Cartier frames look like I’m giving lessons
Sippin’ this drink cause a n**ga be stressin’
All of this money gon’ send em a message
I put the work in I’m fully invested

When I was broke yeah I had enough sleep
Now I get money so no I ain’t resting
And in my city it’s never no peace
Everyday n**gas get hit and they resting

I’m tryna make some dollars every second
Get to it first and I don’t get it second
When I was little just wanted a necklace
These little n**gas ain’t getting no check in

Some of my n**gas still doing some dirt
And money be clean and that money be neat
Shawty said she getting tired of working
I flew her out and put her on a beach

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She let me f**k and she kept it discreet
And when it’s smoke we kept it the streets
I’m in the Benz it’s just me and my heat
Guaranteed they won’t take nothing from me

And they can try but they nothing like me
It ain’t no tryouts to get on my team
I swear that money turned me to a beast
Maybach and I’m reclining the seats

I got a bad b**ch she hit my jack all day now
I don’t even want her
Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion
That’s all that we wanted
Can’t show no love to nobody
Don’t f**k with you n**gas if I’m being honest
Stay with duffle all up on me
The duffle bag on me its full of the hunnids

Run it up on this blue like Sonic
Pull out the ghost and it’s haunted
I don’t know why she think she a baddie
Cause that p**sy got bodies it’s haunted
And I got me some bread now I’m on it
Hop in the V and floor it
These n**gas breeze like foreigns
We gettin’ green like florists…

➤ Written by Jay Critch
Album: Signed With Love
Produced by MarzBeats95
Jay Critch | 2021

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