Jiffy lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, papi Rocaine)
Your b*tch in my face, she—, mm
Looks like I'm sellin' bricks
Look down at my—, yeah

[Verse 1]
Your b*tch in my face, I might let her lick the tip
Look down at my wrist, it look like I'm sellin' bricks
My whole outfit ERD, you don't even know what the f*ck this is
My car cost three hundred thousand, I feel like I'm Money Mitch

[Bridge]
Yeah, mm
I feel like I'm Money—
My n*ggas sell that—
Hmm

[Verse 2]
Lot of n*ggas 'round me servin', lot of n*ggas 'round you snitch
n*ggas know that sh*t be dangerous, they'll never sell me hit
You gon' treat her like an angel, when she with me, she get lit
I can't dangle all in my hood 'causе these n*ggas, they ain't on sh*t
I got n*ggas that won't do nothin', just pop pills, takе hits
Pop two 10s and I'm ridin' solo in my 'Cat, just me and switchy
I can't hang with pus*y n*ggas, they always on pus*y sh*t
He risked his life for that money and he spent it on a b*tch
They throwin' F's and they rollin', you know most my n*ggas Crips
I went and bought 'em, they ain't stolen, but I remember takin' sh*t
I can't believe n*ggas trollin', but I don't— I don't say sh*t
I put Tuss' on top of what I pour, my pop so f*ckin' thick
I'm smokin' 'za, my n*gga right here with me dead, been takin' hits
I be sippin' for the taste, but I love the high that's with it
Dug your b*tch, I do just what I want, I might just go three-sixty
How you the only n*gga f*ckin' with that jeweler? Somethin' fishy
Spent a million all on jewelry, green kit, it cost two-fifty
n*ggas cool with being broke, but to me, that sh*t be iffy
You know I hop out with two fullies, mix a n*gga like some Jiffy
[Outro]
Lil' b*tch in my face—, I might let her—
Lil' b*tch in my face, I might let her lick the—
Looked down at my wrist, it look like I'm sellin'—
I look like I'm Money—, I look like I'm Money Mitch
Mm