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