Jay Critch, Famous Dex, Rich Forever Music - No Static lyrics

Hey, Ha chaseTheMoney,   ChaseTheMoney
Yuh,   ha, what, yah, hah
How we doin'? (Yuh) ohh man god damn, what?

Bad  bitch, suck on my dick, huh
I  just pulled up wit' a stick, huh
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean
I'm  drinkin' that rim
I'm feelin' like Critch
Hey, fuck lil' bitch every day
She let me give me that face
Baby bitch give me brain, Wayne
I  be getting money, you a dummy
Swear to god, I put dick right in her tummy
Yeah, you niggas so bummy
Huh, I can't talk 'cause you dummy
Fiend, sippin' on all this lean
Ooh with this money on me
You can call a money machine, ha
Yeah, I got it run up on him with rocket
Swear he ain't got shit, huh
Yeah, I pop me a bean
Got a big lil' bitch, swear to
God she will suck dick, huh
Ooh, yuh, baby girl suck on that dick though
And I get mad, and I get mad
Gettin' money, givetin' money
Yeah, big doors, bitch

Bitch, know what I'm sayin'
I don't, really do all that talk shit
All that flexing yknow what im saying?
Like i said i got so much energy
Imma let this person talk their shit
Jay Critch talk to 'em ya dig (Hey)

I walked in with a bad bitch
They don't want static
I made Givenchy, my fabric
My diamonds flashin', givin' 'em static
Used to have bands in the mattress
Look at the bag, how it's Stackin
How my 30s pull up like, "What happened?"
Slime scorin', he plays for the Magic
In the foreign, she said she needs chapstick
Boy, you ain't got money, it's tragic
Put the dick in her mouth, now she gaggin'
I woke up to some money, fantastic
Make it stretch just like Fantastic 4
You a pussy, what you rappin' for?
You a rookie but I have to score
I'm too high, I almost crashed the Porsche
Butterfly, I had to catch the doors
That prolly went over your head
Shorty bad, I hit her up for that head
I was runnin' up four pints for the med's
Fuck her once she tryna stay in my bed
But I'm kickin' her out, yeah, pronto
Ballin' like Harden, you ballin' like Lonzo
Smokin' that cookie and paper and Fronto
Nine to your back like a nigga named Rondo
'Cause I'm getting the green
Like it's Boston, flossin'
If he ain't sign't up, it's gon' cost him
I give my white girl the coke, she say
"Awesome" if you ain't talkin' no money
You lost 'em
Hood fave, bitch, I'm all about dividends
That money comin' around like
The ceiling fan
I be the boss and these niggas the miniman
Nigga bitch talkin' the money
Lets get it then