Spam
(专辑: Read About It - 2017)
[Famous Dex:] Yea, y'know what I'm saying Now you gotta go to the
dictionary y'know what I'm saying Go to the
dictionary, go to the
library (Chapter 6) And y'know what I'm saying, read about it Whoa, Dexter Yea, what [Rich The
Kid:] The
Lab Cook [Famous Dex:] Yea, Critch [?] bro (ice) Forever-ever (rich forever ever), ya' dig, (Dexter) Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam [Jay Critch:] Diamonds don't jab, they boxing 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 beefing 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 winning [Famous Dex:] Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam Talking '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 Running 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 getting 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 (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam [Rich The
Kid:] Fuck the
top I'ma drop it (skrt) Extra cheese, pockets sloppy Rich Forever we're trending to top Broke boy you better stop it (what) Waiting 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 smoking on flavors I
pick a
zip No, my niggas rich for life She wanna get lit tonight (lit) She do the
shit I
like I
just might fuck her twice The
capping you talking, irrelevant (irrelevant) I
got the
juice but ain't selling it I
know that you mad that I'm hella rich Flexing 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 [Famous Dex:] Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam Money is right in my pocket (it is) 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 looking like damn You a
fake, you a
spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam