Jay Critch - Get with Her lyrics

[Intro] (Diego) (Bankroll Got It) Ayy [Chorus] Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your b*tch wanna eat me for dinner I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter Brand new check, got my old b*tch bitter My dog banging the red like Clifford Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors I'm in the club trying to fu*k on strippers They just be running they mouth on Twitter I'ma keep running it up with my ni**as I move my wrist and the stones like glittеr He said he wanted thе smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, ni**a, we coming to get you [Verse] Don't speak, man, don't even whisper He pussy, he born with the whiskers I'm still sipping lean by the pitcher And I'm still with 30s, no switching Run the trap like we running the kitchen I take the trash out, bro do the dishes Go to sleep and I be having visions I'ma get rich 'fore I ever see prison These ni**as baiting like these ni**as fishing Used to be broke, I'm in better position I put the baddie in different positions I got some money, I'm still on that mission I'm sipping Wock', mix it up with the Tristan Where I'm from, ni**as moving real vicious Where I'm from, it like the golden ticket Now I cop it, couldn't get it for Christmas But my b*tches so bad, they don't listen She on her knees, bless me like Christian She wanna sex me, okay, I'm with it Bro on the text-free running up digits Give me a shot and I'm never gon' miss it Even from half court, you hear the swishes Want a bag, told her she gotta earn that, rub me right and I'm granting her wishes Open her mouth, I put dick in it I'm getting money, it's getting ridiculous I've seen it all, but I ain't never witness it I'm in Miami, she eat me like finger-licking Pinky ring on my hand, got my finger kicking Pussy wet and I'm putting my finger in it Trigger happy, bro say that his finger itching Mafia sh*t, send you mail with the finger in it [Chorus] Old school whip with the spinners, I pull up, your b*tch wanna eat me for dinner I got the hundreds, go figure, the ice sit up on my shoulders like blizzards She got a bag from the city, she trying to get with me, I'm trying to get with her Tool on my side, it's a one hit quitter Brand new check, got my old b*tch bitter My dog banging the red like Clifford Cuzzo be up in the cut like scissors I'm in the club trying to fu*k on strippers They just be running they mouth on Twitter I'ma keep running it up with my ni**as I move my wrist and the stones like glitter He said he wanted the smoke, won't talk on the phone, no, ni**a, we coming to get you