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

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

1: Jay Critch]
Diamonds jab, they boxin'
Young nigga, make a pay for the
Got my hood say I the
One show I could in my pockets
You broke, you ran out of
headed, but them niggas can't stop it
I'ma I pull up and she top it
Levitate it and I get high like a
You see me 'cause the VVS is tinted
the money like I'm beefin' with it
Duffle bag, put the 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: Famous
Money is in my pocket (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
Diamonds they in my chain
Your fake, boy drop it
Wait, me and pull up in a lamb
Everybody like damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, to God I'ma blam
Money is in my pocket (it is)
me about money, boy stop it
Diamonds they right in my
Your fake, boy drop it
Wait, me and Critch up in a lamb
Everybody like damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma

2: Famous Dex]
Talkin' money boy stop it
Ain't got in your wallet
Shoot that boy
Shoot that boy down, yea hit the rocket
I'm the plug the socket
Runnin' this house the pussy boy drop it
Get a lil bitch she a
I touch on her body
Huh, wait, huh
Me and Jay Critch a new wave
Almost broke up in the
Now a nigga paid
Popped three pills that I geeked the stage
That lil bitch now pull on her braids
Baby girl on her ways
She some money no pay
She want some no pay
I'm a just on her face

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

3: Rich The Kid]
Fuck the top drop it (skrt)
Extra cheese, pockets
Rich we're trendin' to top
Broke boy you better it (what)
Waitin' on a truck
Go get bands up
Bitch bad I stand her
Turn the coupe to a
Nah, Nah, big
Too racks do a kick flip
I'm in the with the chicken strip
I'm on flavors I pick a zip
No, my rich for life
She wanna get lit (lit)
She do the shit I
I just might fuck her
The cappin' you talkin', (irrelevant)
I got the juice but sellin' it
I that you mad that I'm hella rich
on purpose, come take a pick
Money this way
She want to fuck outta the stars in the new
Patek out the face
Tell her to suck it, lil bitch I do dates

[Chorus: Famous
is right 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
Everybody lookin' damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God blam
Money is right in my (it is)
Tell me about money, boy it
Diamonds they right in my
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, swear to God blam