Take Out by Jay Critch
Take Out by Jay Critch

Take Out

Jay Critch * Track #11 On Signed With Love

Take Out Lyrics

[Chorus]
And that money stretching way out (Money stretching way out)
Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out (Rich nigga shit)
Whole gang full of stars, I'm back in the hood and I'm backin' the Wraith out (Backin' the Wraith out)
I'm living large, bad little bitch just fuck, don't make out (Hey)
But I want her friend, now she talking 'bout blocking me (Now she talking 'bout blocking me)
That money come in, ain't nobody stopping it (Stopping it)
All of the ice like I'm on the hockey rink (Hockey rick)
I'm living nice, remember was plotting (Plotting)
I rolled the dice and I went and got it (I went and got it)
Shorty was playing, but now she on top of me (Now she on top of me)
Gun to his face if he think it's a robbery (Think it's a robbery)
I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me (Copy me)

[Verse 1]
I'm talking money, I'm talking it properly (Properly), these niggas don't make no sense
They wasn't 'round when I needed that bread for the studio, mommy was stressing 'bout rent (Mommy was stressing 'bout rent)
Watch these niggas 'cause they smile when they see you balling, but they really want you on the bench (They really want you on the bench)
Hood Fav copped the mansion in Calabasas but he really came up out the trench (He really came up out the trench)
Bitch, if I said it, then that's what I meant (That's what I meant)
Came from the ground, we came from the cement (From the cement)
She told her friend that she fuck with me (Fuck with me), but she know that's not really how it went (That's really not how it went)
Rackies with me like they stuck to me (Stuck to me), know that my pockets had nothing but lint (Nothing but lint)
Nigga, my pockets was ugly (Ugly), we wasn't copping up nothing but nicks (Nothing but nicks)
But even when I take a loss, I still gotta score, I feel like Melo on the Knicks (Feel like Melo on the Knicks)
I turned myself to a boss, I couldn't afford, now it's Amiri for the fits (It's Amiri for the fits)
I'm screaming, "Fuck all my rivals" (Fuck all my rivals)
Hood Fav, in my hood I'm a idol (Hood Fav)
Flexing like I got the title (I got the title)
Dropped a bag, I could never be like you (I could never be like you)
I'm smoking big Runtz pack, no Mango (No Mango)
I say this shit two times, free Tango (Free Tango)
Chains on my neck too big, don't tangle (Don't tangle)
Ass too big, shorty don't need angles (Don't need angles)
I put the dick in her ribs, different color whips, we pulling up back to back (We pulling up back to back)
I'm on that rich nigga shit (Rich nigga shit), picking up the chips, then I come back for the racks (Then I come back for the racks)

[Chorus]
Ayy, and that money stretching way out (Money stretching way out)
Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out (Ayy, rich nigga shit)
Whole gang full of stars, I'm back in the hood and I'm backin' the Wraith out (And I'm backin' the Wraith out)
I'm living large, bad little bitch just fuck, don't make out (Hey)
But I want her friend, now she talking 'bout blocking me (Now she talking 'bout blocking me)
That money come in, ain't nobody stopping it (Stopping it)
All of the ice like I'm on the hockey rink (Hockey rick)
I'm living nice, remember was plotting (Plotting)
I rolled the dice and I went and got it (I went and got it)
Shorty was playing, but now she on top of me (Now she on top of me)
Gun to his face if he think it's a robbery (Think it's a robbery)
I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me (Tryna copy me)

[Verse 2]
Pull up looking like I'm hitting the lottery (Hitting the lottery)
With the gang 'cause I know how they rocking (How they rocking)
Worked for it, then I finally got it (Got it)
You won't see me 'til I see the deposit (See the deposit)
Get to the racks when I'm laying up (Laying up)
Cartier flooded, you ain't talking money then you should have nothing to say to us (Nothing to say to us)
We got some money, they started moving funny, and that's why them niggas can't hang with us (Niggas can't hang with us)
It feel like we was just in that trap (We was just in that trap)
It be the main niggas always doing the talking that ain't never got no racks (Ain't never got no racks)
I had to stack up, I was splurging a little, but I'm 'bout to make that back (But I'm 'bout to make that back)
She just a backup, trying to act like my woman, I told her, "It ain't like that" (Told her, "It ain't like that")
Don't get me started, lil' nigga, don't try me (Nigga, don't try me)
Love all my niggas I keep 'em beside me (Keep 'em beside me)
Don't give a fuck what the boy say (Fuck what the boy say), shooter pull up and he do the boy grimy (Grah)
I got a bad little bitch, she spoiled, she always bitching and whining (Bitching and whining)
Tell her to pull up and then I just kill it like I'm the one doing the lining (Doing the lining, yeah, I lined it up, hey)

[Chorus]
Ayy, and that money stretching way out (Money stretching way out)
Rich nigga shit, hit the steakhouse for take out (Ayy, rich nigga shit)
Whole gang full of stars, I'm back in the hood and I'm backin' the Wraith out (And I'm backin' the Wraith out)
I'm living large, bad little bitch just fuck, don't make out (Hey)
But I want her friend, now she talking 'bout blocking me (Now she talking 'bout blocking me)
That money come in, ain't nobody stopping it (Stopping it)
All of the ice like I'm on the hockey rink (Hockey rick)
I'm living nice, remember was plotting (Plotting)
I rolled the dice and I went and got it (I went and got it)
Shorty was playing, but now she on top of me (Now she on top of me)
Gun to his face if he think it's a robbery (Think it's a robbery)
I switched it up, I see niggas tryna copy me (Tryna copy me)

Take Out Q&A

Who wrote Take Out's ?

Take Out was written by Jay Critch.

Who produced Take Out's ?

Take Out was produced by DJ Bangout & Laron.

When did Jay Critch release Take Out?

Jay Critch released Take Out on Tue Dec 22 2020.

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