Critics

[Intro]

This one of them ones

[Chorus]

Losin' all the money, every coin (Yeah)

And it's back to the streets what the critics keep tellin' me

What the critics keep tellin' me (Jeffery)

[Verse 1]

Big dawg, come back home to us (The streets)

Big dawg, come back home to us

You ain't payin' no attention, that's what's wrong with us

Give back a couple million, in God we trust (Give back)

Buying all the speakers out when I'm in the mall (Yeah)

They call a pet store 'cause I'm comin' with all the dogs

Been tyin' ties all week (Yeah), I been in my vibe all week (Vibe)

I ain't felt like this in a minute, man, I'm goin' all in with it (All in)

Motorcycle ridin' with the choppers (Skrrt)

Sittin' backstage with your daughter (Yeah)

I ain't ever worried 'bout nada (Nah)

I'll make her bounce it up and down, make it wobble (Yeah)

Ooh, nigga better not play or his ho gettin' revealed

Fool been helpin' them drop-offs and you know my address very well (Facts)

I got your broad doin' twelve plays (Twelve plays)

I pass that broad like John Elway (John Elway)

I tell these boys just like 12 say (What you tell 'em?)

Pink slip the cars in the driveway (Pink slips)

Pink slip the cars in the driveway (Real pink slips)

Red bottoms for her, no band-aid (Real pink slips)

She livin' with the stars, eatin' grande (Grande)

Outfit from the runway in one day (One day)

[Chorus]

Losin' all the money, every coin

And it's back to the streets what the critics keep tellin' me

What the critics keep tellin' me, ayy (What you tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em?)

Losin' all the money, every coin

And it's back to the streets what the critics keep tellin' me

What the critics keep tellin' me, ayy

[Verse 2]

August sixteenth was the due day for me

Eight-hundred-sixteen racks in the duffie

August sixteenth, twenty-twelve, brand new Rollie

Eight-sixteen whenever I play the lottery (Eight-sixteen)

I ran it up and moved my momma out the trap house (Out the trap house), hey

Now she got a white house, nigga, and she got a black house (She got both)

And it feels good every time I cash out for her (Cash)

And I love her smile, nigga, it's so adorable (Adorable)

Every one of my broads reppin' flat T tummy (T tummy)

Everybody bosses, you know we gettin' money (Gettin' money)

Diamonds on me loud, movin' 'round like they tumblin' (Diamonds on me loud)

She gon' eat at Tao's 'cause the dessert there yummy (She gon' eat at Tao's)

I been gettin' it since I remember, I ain't ever been bummy (I ain't ever been bummy)

January to December, a young nigga thumbin' (Thumb)

Orange guts, man, that bitch look like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)

Drop the top in the winter like it's sunny

(Percocet, Xanny, Percocet, Roxy, Roxy, Roxy, Roxy, Roxy)

Percocet, Molly, Xanny, Ecstacy, Roxy, Roxy, Roxy

Fuck her on Hercules, Iron Man

Play with my shawty and I'ma catch a body (Voom, voom)

Three hundred G's got me ridin' luxury

I don't want no Jeep, bring me the Bugatti

[Chorus]

Losin' all the money, every coin

And it's back to the streets what the critics keep tellin' me

What the critics keep tellin' me (Wheezy beats)

Mmm, I say, losin' all the money, every coin

And it's back to the streets what the critics keep tellin' me

Is what the critics keep tellin' me (Wheezy beats), ayy