spam

Singer: famous dex

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

Lyric Context: spam - famous dex