Jay Whiss - Front Page lyrics

[Hook: Jimmy Prime] You need a rich b**h You need a Benzo You need a low-key crib Only the friends know You need a front page booty on your bimbo You need to hit a lick You need to stay low You need it, ay You got it, yeah You need it, ay You got it, yeah Murda gon' catch him a body And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari And that's why she came to the party She know we got all the narcotics [Verse 1: Jay Whiss] You need to act right You need an angel I got on Cucinelli's, I don't need to chase hoes She don't speak no Inglés but she know how the game go She just touched from Mexico, of course she bought me Pesos Tell the b**hes that my price is going up I see your favorite rapper waiting on a buss that never come See a b**h that try to diss me with a Michael Kors clutch All you n***as trying to stunt on me just started getting paper She could put you in a Bentley but you probably try to save her Jay was sitting court side a couple rows in front the Mayor Showed up looking like a player I could probably trip a Laker Or a Pacer, or your b**h You're lucky I don't wanna take her Oh! [Hook: Jimmy Prime] You need a rich b**h You need a Benzo You need a low-key crib Only the friends know You need a front page booty on your bimbo You need to hit a lick You need to stay low You need it, ay You got it, yeah You need it, ay You got it, yeah Murder gon' catch him a body And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari And that's why she came to the party She know we got all the narcotics [Verse 2: Donnie] We got it She need it But I will not tell you my secret Trust me baby, I'ma keep it I'll throw your n***a in the deep end I hit a lick then I sleep in You know Scotty, he gon' beam him Pop a Xan, in my zone Forget about 'em by the weekend I know everything she needing But I don't think she'll be receiving Getting money and I'm cheesing I'm the one she believes in Give them jobs, no Steven I pay the shooter, we're even And he don't need a reason The money'll please him My lawyer, she frees him My dope in the ceiling I block a call, I'm playing defense It's Donnie, It's Donnie It's Donnie, It's Donnie It's Donnie Repeat it [Hook: Jimmy Prime] You need a rich b**h You need a Benzo You need a low-key crib Only the friends know You need a front page booty on your bimbo You need to hit a lick You need to stay low You need it, ay You got it, yeah You need it, ay You got it, yeah Murder gon' catch him a body And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari And that's why she came to the party She know we got all the narcotics [Verse 3: Jimmy Prime] See b**hes in the Denali Fam, I go hard on the action Shorty been picking my brain Maybe she got the look of my chain You need some Tom Ford You don't need a stank hoe, you need a red bone Ain't talking 'bout stank dogs You need a fast car, you gotta drive slow You need a green lawn, watch for the snakes though You shouldn't get high, when your money low f** all that get by, go check your cash flow I'm tryna chase funds, she tryna leech on This ain't no pop sh**, this is a street song My b**hes share me, they don't get cheated on Cause I don't get sleeped on [Hook: Jimmy Prime] You need a rich b**h You need a Benzo You need a low-key crib Only the friends know You need a front page booty on your bimbo You need to hit a lick You need to stay low You need it, ay You got it, yeah You need it, ay You got it, yeah Murda gon' catch him a body And then we gon' SKRT in a Rari And that's why she came to the party She know we got all the narcotics [Outro] Yo n***as already know what it is man It's real sh** All my n***as getting big money Hoppin outta foreigns, wearing Balmains like its nothing Scottie's only a call away so quit tripping n***a We are the six