[Intro: Famous Dex]
(Cassius Clay)
Ya dig? You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
You know, there's pretty womens in here
[?] keep that shit goin' or somethin' (Goin')
With the Rich Forever shit (Huh)
I'ma pop my shit regardless, nigga
You know I'm spittin' twenty-thousand on—
On my teeth, bitch ([?]), [?]
Hold on, ooh (Ayy, yeah, oh, what?)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna hang with Rich Forever (She do)
She's texting her friends like, "Where's Dexter?" (Eww)
I'm fuckin' this bitch, but her nigga jealous
She look at my wrist, that's a Richard Millie (Oh, what?)
Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor, huh (No), ain't doin' it no more (Oh, what?)
Baby got good brain, where is your throat?
I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor, huh
Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I'll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and I'm takin' his nose off (Bow)
She give me good brain, I hope I don't doze off
Girl, you look good, better with your clothes off
They takin' these pictures with me, but, I don't know y'all
Looking at Rich, bro, you're a show off
Can't hang with no goofies, 'cause niggas be so soft
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]
Ayy, I drop a six, then doze off
Don't kick it with niggas, I don't know y'all
Fucking all night off a Adderall
Dex dropped 150 on the new teeth
The way she suck the dick with the technique
Tryna book a show, that's a Patek Phillipe
I might walk through for 150 at least
Ooh, purple Molly
She gon' lick it off her body
Tell her, "Bust it open", like the old Follies
Never seen Rihanna, but my wrist Rocky (Hey)
[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Give her my wrist, flooded (Ice)
They keep talking, like "Show me some money" (Show me)
He say he havin' it, we know he's frontin' (You frontin')
Baddie, and she let me all in her tummy (Baddie)
She let me all in her rib cage (Hey)
Straight off the block, to the best thing (Skrrt)
He try to play, then he's insane (Stupid)
I got more chops than a Sensei (Grrah)
You know Hood Fav', I been paid (Hood Fav')
Two baddies, tryna see what her friends say (Yeah)
I can't fuck with you niggas, you in the way (No)
And my cup full of juice, like it's Minute Maid (Lean)
Me in all black in a foreign, the big body roarin', it look like T-Rex
They need to put it to rest, why they talkin' to me if it's not 'bout a check? Huh (Why?)
Louis on me when I'm chilling, a nigga still fly, I ain't gotta get dressed, huh (Hey)
Bag on me, I'm fully invested (Yeah)
Fuck with shorty, she's good with the sex (Hey)
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna hang with Rich Forever
She's texting her friends like, "Where's Dexter?"
I'm fuckin' this bitch, but her nigga jealous
She look at my wrist, that's a Richard Millie
Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor, huh, ain't doin' it no more
Baby got good brain, where is your throat?
I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor, huh
Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I'll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and I'm takin' his nose off
She give me good brain, I hope I don't doze off
Girl, you look good, better with your clothes off
They takin' these pictures with me, but, I don't know y'all
Looking at Rich, bro, you're a show off
Can't hang with no goofies, 'cause niggas be so soft
