Back From London

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

Just got back from London

You know how I'm bomin'

Balenciagas on me

Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion

Turn nothing into something

Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting

Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though

I was fucking up a bank roll

Turn nothing into something

I was broke now I'm stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low

Blow the racks like play doh

I was broke man I couldn't afford it

Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

I'ma block her if she keep calling

Huh, Rich Forever, still balling

Maybach is [?]

BK that's Jay Critch

I was broke, got a broke wrist

Hundred bands now I ice it

Bentley truck just me and Rich

Hundred bands gotta make it flip

I'm the man and she notice it

I got money now she can't get over it

Huh niggas that hated, we balling

Pull up Bugatti, I'm sorry

I drop a dub on a ring

She want Chanel and Céline

She want Chanel and a ring

But she cannot get a thing

Rich Forever bitch I ball like the ref

She in the back of the 'bach with Dex

Jugging up packs on packs, who next?

I need the racks on racks to flex

Call up my shooter he at your neck

I get the moolah, I fuck the rest

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

Just got back from London

You know how I'm bomin'

Balenciagas on me

Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion

Turn nothing into something

Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting

Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though

I was fucking up a bank roll

Turn nothing into something

I was broke now I'm stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low

Blow the racks like play doh

I was broke man I couldn't afford it

Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 2: Jay Critch & Rich The kid]

Aye green cabbage gotta have it

Aye smoking jattic, living lavish

My bitch ain't average, rockstar Zoe Kravitz

She seen the fabric Goyard, let me smash it

I'ma smash it, attack it, pass it

I'm bending the bitch over backwards

Rolling with too many bankrolls, hundos

I ran them up for the blue notes

Walk around with the green on me, like Rondo

Too much money that it can't fold

Justo just got a elbow

Cash it, Rack it

Aye 50K on a back end

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]

Just got back from London

You know how I'm bomin'

Balenciagas on me

Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion

Turn nothing into something

Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting

Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though

I was fucking up a bank roll

Turn nothing into something

I was broke now I'm stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low

Blow the racks like play doh

I was broke man I couldn't afford it

Nowadays I pull up in a foreign