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[Intro: Dex & Rich The Kid]
Yea, what I'm sayin'
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', about it
Whoa,
Yea,
The Lab
Yea, [?] bro (ice)
Forever-ever (rich ever), ya' dig, (Dexter)

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Famous
'bout money boy stop it
Ain't got in your wallet
Shoot that boy
Shoot that boy down, yea hit with the
I'm the plug fuck the
Runnin' this house make the boy drop it
Get a lil bitch she a
I touch on her body
Huh, wait, huh
Me and Jay Critch start a new
broke up in the days
Now a gettin' paid
Popped three pills I geeked from the stage
shit lil bitch now pull on her braids
Baby girl stuck on her
She want money no pay
She want some no pay
I'm a just on her face

[Chorus: Dex]
is right 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 pull up in a
Everybody lookin' damn
You a fake, you a
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma
is right in my pocket (it is)
Tell me about money, boy it
they right 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, swear to God I'ma

[Verse 3: The Kid]
Fuck the top drop it (skrt)
cheese, pockets sloppy
Rich Forever trendin' to top
boy you better stop it (what)
Waitin' on a lamb
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 with the chicken strip
I'm smokin' on I pick a zip
No, my niggas rich for
She get lit tonight (lit)
She do the I like
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
Flexin' on purpose, take a pick
Money this way
She want to fuck the stars in the new wraith
Patek out the blue
Tell her to suck it, lil bitch I don't do

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