Cricketz (feat. Tyga)

Hey, Hey, New Boyz

I remember when Pharell

Used to rock the tight jeans

With ice creams

While riding his skateboard

It was like sight seeing

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

Doing 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 and go help a clone

Get it? Ay, 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 crickets too}

Look, I scoot back

Let me give y'all your shot

Now get money, best believe I'll get mine

I see haters and I'm looking at 'em like

Please, let me breathe

Why y'all niggas hating on my skinny jeans

Fresh kicks like I copped a magician

You must be missing

The simple fact that I'm a get it

You ain't with it, baggy clothing outfits

Brothers acting stiff like cactus

Coming 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 and

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? Jerking in my kicks

I'm a just keep it straight like no one else

Bright colors is here, new boys 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 nikees?

Lock yo old ass down, lil Ryan icey

I've been icey since minute maid made hi c's

Telling 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

And bitch yeah I'm fucking blind

See no evil, be low than zeroes

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

Homeys 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 crickets too}