[Intro: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Now you gotta go to the dictionary, you know what I'm sayin'
Go to the dictionary, go to the library (Chapter 6)
And, you know what I'm sayin', read about it
Whoa (TheLabCook), Dexter
Yeah, what (You know the fuck we talkin' 'bout, bro)
Yeah, Critch, what up lil' bro? (Ice)
Money is right, ooh
Ha, money is right in my pocket
What, money is right in my pocket
Forever-ever (Rich forever ever), ya dig? (Dexter)
You dig, woah
[Chorus: Famous Dex & Jay Critch]
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah)
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah) (Hey)
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Diamonds don't jab, they boxin' (They boxin')
Young nigga, make a pay for the profit (Hood fame)
Got my hood say I the prophet (Hey)
One show I could fill in my pockets (Skrr)
You broke, you ran out of options
They can hate it, but them niggas can't stop it (Niggas can't stop it)
I'ma favorite I pull up and she top it (She top it)
Levitate it and I get high like a rocket (Like a rocket)
Ayy, you can't see me 'cause the Vs is tinted (Vs is tinted)
Pile the money like I'm beefin' with it (Beefin' with it)
Duffle bag, put the cheese up in it (Cheese up in it)
Ayy, I got money problems I don't need you bitches (Need you bitches)
If I started, then i need to finish (Need to finish)
Diamonds on me, she can see I'm winnin' (See I'm winnin')
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam
(Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah)
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam)
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Dexter (Yeah, wait ooh)
Talkin' 'bout money boy stop it (Boy stop it)
Ain't got money in your wallet (In your wallet)
Shoot that boy down (Baow, baow)
Shoot that boy down, yea hit with the rocket (With the rocket)
I'm the plug fuck the socket (Fuck the socket, what)
Runnin' this house make the pussy boy drop it (Ya' dig)
Get a lil' bitch she a hottie (She a hottie)
I wanna touch on her body (I wanna touch on her body)
Huh, wait, huh yeah (Dexter)
Me and Jay Critch start a new wave (We did)
Almost broke up in the days (Ah, what)
Now a nigga gettin' paid
(Now a nigga gettin' paid, ooh yeah)
Popped two pills that I geeked from the stage (Popped two pills, ooh yeah)
That shit lil' bitch now pull on her braids (Pull on her braids, ooh yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl stuck on her ways (Oh what, ooh yeah)
She want some money no pay (No pay, no money bitch, huh, Dexter)
She want some money no pay (No wave, ooh what)
I might just fuck on her face (Ha, what)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah)
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah)
[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Fuck the top I'ma drop it (Skrrt)
Extra cheese, pockets sloppy (Huh)
Rich Forever we the trendin' topic
Broke boy, you better stop it (What)
Waitin' on a lamb truck (Truck)
Go get your bands up (Racks)
Bitch bad I can't stand her (Stand her)
Turn the coupe to a panda (Huh)
Nah, nah, big drip
Too many racks do a kick flip (Kick flip)
I'm in the trap with the chicken strip (Trap)
I'm smokin' on flavors I pick a zip (Huh)
No, my niggas rich for life (For life)
She wanna get lit tonight (Lit)
She do the shit I like (I like)
I just might fuck her twice (Twice)
The cappin' you talkin', irrelevant (Irrelevant)
I got the juice but ain't sellin' it (Juice)
I know that you mad that I'm hella rich (Hella rich)
Flexin' on purpose, come take a pick (Flex)
Money come this way (This way)
She want to fuck outta the stars in the new wraith (New wraith)
Patek out the blue face (Ice)
Tell her to suck it, lil' bitch, I don't do dates (Rich)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, yeah)
Money is right in my pocket (It is)
Tell me about money, boy, stop it (Boy, stop it)
Diamonds they right in my chain (Right in my chain)
Your diamonds fake, boy, drop it (Boy, drop it, yeah)
Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb (Skrrt)
Everybody lookin' like damn (Skrrt, skrrt)
You a fake, you a spam (Ooh, what)
Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam (Ooh, run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam, ye—)
