[Intro: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid] Yea, y'know what I'm sayin' Now you gotta go to the dictionary y'know what I'm sayin' Go to the dictionary, go to the library (Chapter 6) And y'know what I'm sayin', read about it Whoa, Dexter Yea, what The Lab Cook Yea, Critch [?] bro (ice) Forever-ever (rich forever ever), ya' dig, (Dexter)
[Chorus: 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 Critch pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' 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 lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam
[Verse 1: Jay Critch] Diamonds don't jab, they boxin' 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 VVS is tinted Pile the money like I'm beefin' 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 winnin'
[Chorus: 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 Critch pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' 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 lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam
[Verse 2: Famous Dex] Talkin' '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 Runnin' 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 gettin' 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
[Chorus: 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 Critch pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' 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 lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam
[Verse 3: Rich The Kid] Fuck the top I'ma drop it (skrt) Extra cheese, pockets sloppy Rich Forever we the trending topic Broke boy you better stop it (what) Waitin' 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 smokin’ 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 cappin’ you talkin’, irrelevant (irrelevant) I got the juice but ain’t sellin’ it I know that you mad that I'm hella rich Flexin' 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
[Chorus: 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 Critch pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' 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 lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
