yea
y'know what i'm sayin'
now you gotta go to the dictionary y'know what i'm sayin'
go to the dictionary
go to the library
and y'know what i'm sayin'
read about it
whoa
dexter
yea
what
the lab cook
yea
critch bro
forever-ever
ya' dig
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and chris pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and critch pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
diamonds don't jab
they boxin'
young nigga
make a pay for the profit
got my hood say i the prophet
one show i could fill in my pockets
you broke
you ran out of options
thicker headed
but them niggas can't stop it
i'ma favorite i pull up and she top it
levitate it and i get high like a rocket
you can't see me 'cause the tenant
pile the money like i'm beefin' with it
duffle bag
put the cheese up in it
i got money problems i don't need you bitches
if i started
then i need to finish
diamonds on me
she can see i'm winnin'
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and chris pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and critch pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
talkin' 'bout money boy stop it
ain't got money in your wallet
shoot that boy down
shoot that boy down
yea hit with the rocket
i'm the plug fuck the socket
runnin' this house make the pussy boy drop it
get a lil bitch she a hottie
i wanna touch on her body
huh
wait
huh yeah
me and jay critch start a new wave
almost broke up in the days
now a nigga gettin' paid
popped three pills that i geeked from the stage
that shit lil bitch now pull on her braids
baby girl stuck on her ways
she want some money no pay
she want some money no pay
i'm a just fuck on her face
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and chris pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and critch pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
fuck the top i'ma drop it
extra cheese
pockets sloppy
rich forever we're trendin' to top
broke boy you better stop it
waitin' on a lamb truck
go get your bands up
bitch bad i can't stand her
turn the coupe to a panda
nah
nah
big drip
too many racks do a kick flip
i'm in the trap with the chicken strip
i'm smokin' on flavors i pick a zip
no
my niggas rich for life
she wanna get lit tonight
she do the shit i like
i just might fuck her twice
the cappin' you talkin'
irrelevant
i got the juice but ain't sellin' it
i know that you mad that i'm hella rich
flexin' on purpose
come take a pick
money come this way
she want to fuck outta the stars in the new wraith
patek out the blue face
tell her to suck it
lil bitch i don't do dates
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and chris pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam
money is right in my pocket
tell me about money
boy stop it
diamonds they right in my chain
your diamonds fake
boy drop it
wait
me and critch pull up in a lamb
everybody lookin' like damn
you a fake
you a spam
run up on me
swear to god i'ma blam