JAY1 - Too Lit Lyrics

Kick back, smoke weed, too lit
If my girl be movin' mad, then I come with my new bitch
All this money in my bank got me thinkin' I'm too rich
I can give you lovin', ain't talkin' about Cupid
Tell her slow down, go down
Make your girl call back when I finish her both rounds
When you're dickin' down your bitch, man, I promise there's no sound
Thirty for a bookin' I'm shuttin' the show down

"Jay, how you do it properly properly?"
Cah I'm aimin' for the top, ain't no one stoppin' me, stoppin' me
Hands up, hands up, it's a robbery, robbery
Spent a minute with your chick and now she literally toppin' me
I pull up with the squady, we the guys to get it poppin', nigga
If I show you how I live, you'll probably cuff a nigga
Bae too patterned, she ain't f*ckin' with no other nigga
Watch her when she buss it, her persona got me f*ckin' with her

Kick back, smoke weed, too lit
If my girl be movin' mad, then I come with my new bitch
All this money in my bank got me thinkin' I'm too rich
I can give you lovin', ain't talkin' about Cupid
Tell her slow down, go down
Make your girl call back when I finish her both rounds
When you're dickin' down your bitch, man, I promise there's no sound
Thirty for a bookin' I'm shuttin' the show down

Jay too jiggy and the stack come larger
Haha, you ain't makin' money, you a talker
Livin' up my life becah I grew up in the Gaza
Nowadays spend a couple bills on my starter
Wait there, waves lookin' cray cah I take care
Why you rap like you're clear when you ain't there?
Fake friends move out of my way, better stay there
Had to holla Steph cah I didn't really rate Claire

(Kick back, smoke weed, too lit)
I ain't comin' in an Uber, see me pull up in a German whip
(Kick back, smoke weed, too lit)
I ain't stayin' here for long so, baby, show me what you're workin' with
(Kick back, smoke weed, too lit)
I see it shakin' when you're walkin', baby, come and make it twerk a bit
(Kick back, smoke weed, too lit)
Young Henny in my cup, I'ma sip it until it's done

Kick back, smoke weed, too lit
If my girl be movin' mad, then I come with my new bitch
All this money in my bank got me thinkin' I'm too rich
I can give you lovin', ain't talkin' about Cupid
Tell her slow down, go down
Make your girl call back when I finish her both rounds
When you're dickin' down your bitch, man, I promise there's no sound
Thirty for a bookin' I'm shuttin' the show down