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Yeah, 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 The Lab Cook Yeah, what Yea, Critch my little 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 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 Diamonds don't jab, they boxin' Young nigga, make a pay for the profit Got my hood sayin' I'm the prophet One show I could fill up 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 v's 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' 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 Talkin' 'bout money, boy, stop it Ain't got money in your wallet Shoot that boy down Shoot that boy down, yeah hit with the rocket I'm the plugh fuck the socket Runnin' this househ 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 two pills that I get 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 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 Fuck the top, I'ma drop it (skrt) Extra cheese, pockets sloppy Rich Forever, we're trendin' to top 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 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
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