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

Famous Dex]
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 Chris up in a lamb
Everybody lookin' 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 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 I'ma

1: Jay Critch]
Diamonds don't jab, they
nigga, make a pay for the profit
Got my hood say I the
One show I fill in my pockets
You broke, you ran out of
Thicker headed, but them niggas can't it
I'ma I pull up and she top it
Levitate it and I get high a rocket
You can't see me 'cause the VVS is
Pile the money I'm beefin' with it
Duffle bag, put the up in it
I got problems I don't need you bitches
If I started, then i to finish
on me, she can see I'm winnin'

[Chorus: Dex]
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me about money, boy 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, swear to God I'ma
Money is right in my (it is)
Tell me money, boy stop it
they 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

2: Famous Dex]
Talkin' 'bout boy stop it
Ain't got money in wallet
Shoot boy down
Shoot that boy down, yea hit with the
I'm the fuck the socket
Runnin' this house make the pussy boy it
Get a lil bitch she a
I wanna touch on her
Huh, wait, huh
Me and Jay start a new wave
Almost up in the days
Now a gettin' paid
Popped three pills that I geeked the stage
shit lil bitch now pull on her braids
Baby stuck on her ways
She want money no pay
She want money no pay
I'm a just fuck on her

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

[Verse 3: The Kid]
Fuck the top drop it (skrt)
Extra cheese, pockets
Rich Forever trendin' to top
Broke boy you stop it (what)
on a lamb truck
Go get your up
Bitch bad I stand her
Turn the coupe to a
Nah, Nah, big
Too many do a kick flip
I'm in the with the chicken strip
I'm on flavors I pick a zip
No, my niggas rich for
She get lit tonight (lit)
She do the I like
I might fuck her twice
The cappin' you talkin', (irrelevant)
I got the juice but ain't it
I know that you mad that I'm rich
Flexin' on purpose, take a pick
come this way
She want to fuck outta the stars in the new
Patek out the blue
Tell her to it, lil bitch I don't do dates

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