"Reminiscing" lyrics
MIKE, Tony Seltzer & Jay Critch Lyrics
(feat. Jay Critch)
[MIKE:]
Ohh, shit (Ayy, Tony)
(Dylvinci got the code)
Yeah
I ain't rollin' outside, but I was, you know I'm too ugly to be out in the function
You know niggas get sour for money, I'm throwin' it out and I'm screamin' out, ''Fuck it''
I got schemes for my G's out in London
She a fiend, I don't think that I want it
I be leavin' the house for a month, I be needin' the cuts, give me all the substance
Yeah, we sleaze, niggas be seekin', keepin' that heat for them niggas that frontin'
Margiela sneaker, our niggas geek, turn to a creature, she get to jumpin'
She think I'm unique, call me a freak when I be beatin' and she get to bustin'
They see me eatin', niggas disgusted
Trust, if he see me, he fleein', he runnin'
They talkin' shit, always keep with a hundred
Big muscles, bitch, I could squeeze you an onion
We got the eats like a beefer or somethin'
You keep gettin' beat, boy, you need you a gun
Stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'
Yeah, I stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'
[Jay Critch:]
But I might hit it and leave her
Money, it's fallin' like leaves, I run up the meter
Pockets was dry like I leave in the sun (Sun)
She come with the neck and she leave when she done
I need all the bags, I ain't leavin' you nothin' (Ha)
My bro play the-
Uh, my bro play cut like a needle (Like a needle)
Stay with that iron like Cheadle
Shorty keep eyein' my cheese, I ran away fast like a cheetah (I'm out)
Jattic, it's blastin' my speakers (Jattic)
They know my name in my city, I'm feelin' like Jeter
Lil' shorty bad, so she be on some bossy shit (Boss shit)
And she got diamonds like Tyler, they water whippin' (Water)
She got money, she hard to get (Baddie)
How they don't understand? It ain't hard to get it (Hard to get it)
I was in the Benz thing with the windows tinted
I just got a new bag and they reminiscin' (Woah)
They gon' be your best friend if you beneficial (Woah)
But this shit be so funny like Eddie Griffin (Ha)
Too official, I'm real to my skeleton
She got Margiela, money, and melanin (Hey)
I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin'
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m
I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin' (Hey)
Ohh, shit (Ayy, Tony)
(Dylvinci got the code)
Yeah
I ain't rollin' outside, but I was, you know I'm too ugly to be out in the function
You know niggas get sour for money, I'm throwin' it out and I'm screamin' out, ''Fuck it''
I got schemes for my G's out in London
She a fiend, I don't think that I want it
I be leavin' the house for a month, I be needin' the cuts, give me all the substance
Yeah, we sleaze, niggas be seekin', keepin' that heat for them niggas that frontin'
Margiela sneaker, our niggas geek, turn to a creature, she get to jumpin'
She think I'm unique, call me a freak when I be beatin' and she get to bustin'
They see me eatin', niggas disgusted
Trust, if he see me, he fleein', he runnin'
They talkin' shit, always keep with a hundred
Big muscles, bitch, I could squeeze you an onion
We got the eats like a beefer or somethin'
You keep gettin' beat, boy, you need you a gun
Stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'
Yeah, I stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'
[Jay Critch:]
But I might hit it and leave her
Money, it's fallin' like leaves, I run up the meter
Pockets was dry like I leave in the sun (Sun)
She come with the neck and she leave when she done
I need all the bags, I ain't leavin' you nothin' (Ha)
My bro play the-
Uh, my bro play cut like a needle (Like a needle)
Stay with that iron like Cheadle
Shorty keep eyein' my cheese, I ran away fast like a cheetah (I'm out)
Jattic, it's blastin' my speakers (Jattic)
They know my name in my city, I'm feelin' like Jeter
Lil' shorty bad, so she be on some bossy shit (Boss shit)
And she got diamonds like Tyler, they water whippin' (Water)
She got money, she hard to get (Baddie)
How they don't understand? It ain't hard to get it (Hard to get it)
I was in the Benz thing with the windows tinted
I just got a new bag and they reminiscin' (Woah)
They gon' be your best friend if you beneficial (Woah)
But this shit be so funny like Eddie Griffin (Ha)
Too official, I'm real to my skeleton
She got Margiela, money, and melanin (Hey)
I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin'
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m
I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin' (Hey)
