What You Like lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil' b*tch wanna
Every night
That's alright
Got a
On the ice
TheLabCook
Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil' b*tch wanna suck me every night (lil' b*tch)
That's alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I'm so high (skrr)
I'm so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullsh*t, she ain't talkin' bands, ain't my type
Got a full clip, pull up on 'em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
f*ck the jury, free my n*ggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man's thinkin' twice (grraow)
My new b*tch lookin' like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin' like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent sh*t (hey)
These n*ggas be talkin', ain't on sh*t (yeah)
These n*ggas be talkin', they startin' sh*t (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)
[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil' b*tch wanna suck me every night (lil' b*tch)
That's alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I'm so high (skrr)
I'm so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullsh*t, she ain't talkin' bands, ain't my type
Got a full clip, pull up on 'em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That b*tch actin' too bougie but eat Applebee's (stupid b*tch)
Four rings, that's a new crib (whoo)
Break a b*tch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I'll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
pus*y too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin' strong like I'm Snoop (huh)
Eatin' chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My b*tch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can't ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don't want wanna f*ck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that's a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can't count (can't count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
f*ckin' your b*tch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
b*tch too foreign, I don't need her (b*tch)
[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil' b*tch wanna suck me every night (lil' b*tch)
That's alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I'm so high (skrr)
I'm so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullsh*t, she ain't talkin' bands, ain't my type
Got a full clip, pull up on 'em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
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