Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Famous Dex - Spam lyrics

Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger]

Jay Critch [Jason Critchlow] Brooklyn, NY. U.S.

Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.

[Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Famous Dex - Spam lyrics]

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 what up lil' 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 say I the prophet
One show I could fill in my pockets
You broke, you ran out of options
They can hate it
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 Vs 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, 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 might 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 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

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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