Bridget

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Brisket, ayy, S-R-G It's Jay, no Z, Eazy, no E Hunna, I'm home Gucci bag with the Bridget pants Touch more bread than a dealer hands More dead guys than the thriller dance Make her, "Oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam Sticky rice in my dinner plans Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan I put diamonds on the prayin' hands VVS repent when I sin again And the baddies come in a pack I'm in New York, that is a fact With a fatty on my lap Gettin' bucks, Warren Sapp Gettin' bread off the apps Before the main, I need her at Before the fame I was in a trap like William Aft' The way I would diss you would think I was Nas Fuck what you brought, I'm addicted to cash Ahead of my time, I don't live in the past My new girl pretty and very attached But she can't have two of this if I'm MIA like Tua is She'll think about who I'ma do it with (do it, do it) I wonder who would influence this Trust falling deep into abyss That cat no joke, ask Ludacris (that cat no joke, ask Luda) But with you it's different I'ma move like a Uber whippin' 'Cause you got more ass than True Religion When I pick you up, my new addiction Is to make you, "Mmm" like the food delicious (yeah right) Gucci bag with the Bridget pants Touch more bread than a dealer hands More dead guys than the thriller dance Make her "oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam Sticky rice in my dinner plans Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan I put diamonds on the prayin' hands VVS repent when I sin again From gettin' zeros on my school tests To goose eggs on my due checks With the blue Bens like Mercedes MPHK if I'm doin' 180 I'm cool with my ten, y'all creep with the sevens Someone ask if I think I'm impressive I'm a X and leave it in question 'Cause why you think I'm receivin' the blessings? (Why?) 'Cause I work more And put on for my turf more I stand on it like a surfboard Now Middletown what they search for Now Jay on a verse is Kurt Angle on a perc (raw) Them pocket watchers gon' thirst Searchin' up Jay Eazy net worth (I got bread) Gucci bag with the Bridget pants Touch more bread than a dealer hands More dead guys than the thriller dance Make her, "Oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam Sticky rice in my dinner plans Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan I put diamonds on the prayin' hands VVS repent when I sin again