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[Intro: Famous Dex & The Kid]
Yea, y'know what I'm
Now you gotta go to the dictionary y'know what I'm
Go to the dictionary, go to the (Chapter 6)
And y'know I'm sayin', read about it
Whoa,
Yea,
The Lab
Yea, [?] bro (ice)
(rich forever ever), ya' dig, (Dexter)

[Chorus: Dex]
Money is right in my (it is)
Tell me about money, boy it
they right in my chain
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Chris pull up in a
Everybody lookin' like
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, to God I'ma blam
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
Diamonds they right in my
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a
lookin' like damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God blam

1: Jay Critch]
Diamonds jab, they boxin'
Young nigga, a pay for the profit
Got my say I the prophet
One show I could fill in my
You broke, you ran out of
Thicker headed, but niggas can't stop it
I'ma favorite I up and she top it
Levitate it and I get like a rocket
You can't see me the VVS is tinted
Pile the money like I'm beefin' it
bag, put the cheese up in it
I got money problems I don't you bitches
If I started, i need to finish
Diamonds on me, she can see I'm

[Chorus: Dex]
Money is in my pocket (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
they right in my chain
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Chris pull up in a
lookin' like damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God blam
Money is right in my (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
Diamonds they right in my
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a
lookin' like damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God blam

2: Famous Dex]
Talkin' 'bout boy stop it
got money in your wallet
Shoot that boy
Shoot boy down, yea hit with the rocket
I'm the plug fuck the
Runnin' this house make the boy drop it
Get a lil bitch she a
I wanna on her body
Huh, wait, huh
Me and Jay Critch a new wave
broke up in the days
Now a nigga paid
Popped pills that I geeked from the stage
shit lil bitch now pull on her braids
Baby stuck on her ways
She want money no pay
She want some no pay
I'm a fuck on her face

Famous Dex]
Money is in my pocket (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
Diamonds they right in my
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Chris up in a lamb
Everybody lookin' damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, to God I'ma blam
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me about money, boy it
they right in my chain
Your diamonds fake, boy it
Wait, me and Critch up in a lamb
Everybody lookin' damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, to God I'ma blam

3: Rich The Kid]
Fuck the top I'ma it (skrt)
Extra cheese, pockets
Forever we're trendin' to top
Broke boy you stop it (what)
on a lamb truck
Go get bands up
Bitch bad I can't her
the coupe to a panda
Nah, Nah, big
Too many racks do a kick
I'm in the trap with the chicken
I'm on flavors I pick a zip
No, my rich for life
She get lit tonight (lit)
She do the shit I
I just might her twice
The cappin' you talkin', (irrelevant)
I got the juice but sellin' it
I know that you mad that I'm hella
on purpose, come take a pick
Money come way
She to fuck outta the stars in the new wraith
Patek out the face
her to suck it, lil bitch I don't do dates

[Chorus: Famous
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me about money, boy it
Diamonds right in my chain
Your fake, boy drop it
Wait, me and pull up in a lamb
Everybody lookin' like
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, to God I'ma blam
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
they right in my chain
Your fake, boy drop it
Wait, me and Critch up in a lamb
Everybody lookin' damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God blam