Jay Critch - Brown Hair Lyrics

(Hey)
Bad Shawty with the brown hair
Never seen you around here
Money stacked in a pile yeah
Kill 'em all with a smile yeah
I keep some real niggas around yeah
My weed so loud it make that sound yeah
Stupid money, they don't make a sound yeah
Had to move up we was down yeah

I don't do no waitin'
Penthouse just for the vacation
This a long way from the basement
I spent all day money making
I'ma tell her
I don't do no datin'
Strokin' don't think she can take it
Fell in love when she got naked
Soon as I'm done pass her off you've been taken
Fuck is you doing I'm making them payments
Balling like Crawford I'm shaking and baking
Play for the Knicks but I'm on my LA shit
Ounce of Gelato tryna see where that drank is
My bitch a model came off the front pages
She wanna suck, swallow, and taste it
I'm in the club, drinks by the cases
Money go up, the foreign keep racing

Bad Shawty with the brown hair
Never seen you around here
Money stacked in a pile yeah
Kill 'em all with a smile yeah
I keep some real niggas around yeah
My weed so loud it make that sound yeah
Stupid money, they don't make a sound yeah
Had to move up we was down yeah

Where the chips leaning now boy?
Make it flip, make it count boy
I'm the shit, run the town boy
You a IT, you a clown boy
She said come here nigga you been a bad boy
All of these hunnids can't fit in the bag boy
She know I pick up the racks, I'm a bag boy
Young nigga balling and I break the backboard
The way you learnt that from me, ain't shit you could ask for
Roll up the cookie, get high like a passport
She gave me pussy, I ain't even ask for it
Diamonds they bitin, I'm whippin the Jaguar
They copying the wave but that ain't it
Used to go and hit the juggs in the same fit
I put on for the hood, yeah I made it
Living good niggas came from the pavement
You was balling before, but you got traded
You don't got it no more, you overrated
Keep the family with me, I wouldn't trade it
I got plans to get richer and be the greatest
These niggas hating

Bad Shawty with the brown hair
Never seen you around here
Money stacked in a pile yeah
Kill 'em all with a smile yeah
I keep some real niggas around yeah
My weed so loud it make that sound yeah
Stupid money, they don't make a sound yeah
Had to move up we was down yeah