Leak

(album: Weird vs Crazy - 2019)

[Famous Dex:]
Ha, you know what I'm sayin'? (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney, ooh)
ChaseTheMoney (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Wassup, Critch? (Weird vs Crazy, yuh, ha, what, yah, hah)
How we doin'? (This is an official DJ Shon mixtape release)
(Ohh man god damn, what?)

Bad bitch, suck on my dick, huh
I just pulled up wit' a stick, huh (It's the gang, homie)
Yeah, I'm sipping on lean
I'm drinking that [?], I'm feeling like Critch
Hey, fuck yo' lil' bitch every day
She better give me that face
Baby [?], she give me brain, [?]
I be getting money, you a dummy
Swear to god, I put dick right down her tummy
You niggas so bummy
I can't talk 'cause you dummy
Fiend, sipping on all this lean
Ooh, the money on me
You can call me "Money machine," ha
Yeah, I got it
Run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain't got shit, huh
Yeah, I pop me a [?]
Got a big lil' bitch, swear to god she'll suck dick, huh, ooh, yuh
Baby girl, suck on that dick though
And I get mad, and I get mad
Getting money, giving money, yeah, big doors, bitch

Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
I-I-I don't—
I don't even do all that talk shit, all that flex shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like I said, I got so much blue cheese (Huh, what?)
I'ma let this person talk their shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jay Critch, talk to 'em, ya dig

[Jay Critch:]
I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static
I made Givenchy my fabric
My diamonds flashing, giving 'em static
You still have bands in the mattress
Look at the bag, how it's stacking
Had my 30s pull up like, "What happened?"
Slime scoring, he play for the Magic
In the foreign, she said she needs chapstick
Boy, you ain't got money, it's tragic
Put the dick in her mouth, now she gagging
I woke up to some money, fantastic
Make it stretch like Fantastic 4
Pussy, what you rapping for?
You a rookie, but I have to score
I'm too high, I almost crashed the Porsche
Butterfly, I had to catch the doors
That prolly went over your head
Shorty bad, had to hit her up for the head
I be running up four pints for the med'
She going, she tried to stay in my bed
But I'm kicking her out, yeah, pronto
Balling like Harden, you balling like Lonzo
Smoking that cookie and paper and Fronto
Nine to your back like a nigga named Rondo
'Cause I'm getting this green like its Boston, flossing
He ain't sign't up? It's gon' cost him
I give my white girl the coke, she say, "Awesome"
If you ain't talking no money, you lost 'em
Hood fave, bitch, I'm all about dividends
That money coming around like the ceiling fan
Someone need a boss and these niggas the miniman
He talking the money, let's get it then