Lyrics Jay Critch – Rockets

(HEY!)
Pull out the lot; the coupe, I got a lot to lose
I got the guap you lose, Ima go get a watch or two
Diamond hittin like a boxer do

New bag cross it off of my checklist
Get some cash and these niggas turn reckless, spent your last; hope you learnin a lesson (Hope you learnin a lesson!) (Bitch)
Do the dash shorty say «that’s impressive»
I can not switch up but I’m ballin like Kevin
I need a Brink’s truck; Money stackin to heaven (Look at my Wrist!) (Aye)
They on that groupie shit spreadin that gossip; But they ain’t doin shit why are they talkin?
I’m in the newest whip why are they walkin? (They on that groupie shit!)
Burberry mix it up with the load, Pillsbury gotta get to the dough
Neck cold like zero below (ICE!)
She givin throat but that was your hoe
Smoking dope; she snortin the coke (HEY!)
I was broke but I had to glow
We talking bankrolls; You gotta go (You gotta go!)
Red Bottoms; Spikes on the toes
Feds got’em; That nigga told
And I just hit a lick like three in a row (Jugg)

Pull out the lot; the coupe, (Lot the coupe!)
I got a lot to lose
I got the guap you lose, (Guap you lose)
Ima go get a watch or two
Diamond hittin like a boxer do
We ain’t tuckin chains know we got the Two (Grrra!)
She don’t fuck with lames know we got the loot (Know we got the loot)
(Aye)
New foreign I might pull out the Tesla
Rich Forever walk around with the extras
Got some diamonds but you fold under pressure (Got some diamonds but you fold under pressure!) (Aye)
Hide your diamonds niggas snatchin yo necklace
Get the money stack it up like it’s Tetris
Rockets on me like I’m playing for Texas (Hey!)
(Aye)