Cricketz (feat. Tyga)

Hey, Hey, New Boyz
 I remember when Pharell
 Used to rock the tight jeans
 With ice creams
 While ridin' his skateboard
 It was like sight seein'
 Too lame he was afraid to change
 If my middle finger could speak
 Then I'd say the same
 Nigga I'd state my name
 Call me legacy bitch
 Mrs. Sweetheart
 A.K.A. let me see tits
 Doin' too much like a marvel back flip
 Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric.
 Where the haters at? Heller I found you
 No, I don't give a F word about you
 ITune me, leave us alone
 Why don't you do you & go help a clone.
 Get it? Hey, another damn thing
 You'll never see me care about another man's jeans
 I don't even know, like all through the years
 Seem like everywhere I go
 The only thing that I hear is...
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans.
 Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 If you got something to say then please step up.
 {Ooh, they like Cricketz too}
 Look, I scoot back
 Let me give y'all your shot
 Now get money, best believe I'll get mine
 I see haters & I'm lookin' at 'em like
 Please, let me breathe
 Why y'all niggas hatin' on my skinny jeans
 Fresh kicks like I copped a magician
 You must be missin'
 The simple fact that I'm a get it
 You ain't with it, baggy clothin' outfits
 Brothers actin' stiff like cactus
 Comin' off hard but they soft like fabric
 They lying, saying they the best like Calvin
 They chose me, it's obvious I'm meant for the best
 Skinny jeans sag low &
 I know y'all know the rest
 I'm Ben J, fool, why these dudes wanna trip
 Even though I like to flash.
 Get it? Jerkin' in my kicks
 I'm a just keep it straight like no one else
 Bright colors is here, new boyz is near.
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans.
 Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 If you got something to say then please step up.
 [Tyga:]
 Ha, One verse wouldn't hurt
 Ha, get tighter as the ghost of Mike rises
 Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy.
 So you think you can dance in those fake nikes?
 Lock yo' old ass down, lil' Ryan icey
 I've been icey since minute maid made hi c's
 Tellin' me she Pisces
 Don't do signs do check signings
 Tyga Towmry, I'm what the power what the diamonds
 The fame will blind ya
 & Bitch yeah I'm fuckin' blind
 See no evil, be low than 0's
 More funds to free throw
 House got the strip pole
 Skinny jeans at the door, girls got the speedos
 I'm grown, I don't do those
 New boys with new dough
 Other nigga's brunos
 Homey's with homos
 I'm young money, squat them GD copo
 I get the cheese after cheese, no, not yours
 Tiger man tighter like vatos, {na, na, na, na}
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
 Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
 Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans.
 Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
 Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
 If you got something to say then please step up.
 {Ooh, they like Cricketz too}