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[Intro: Famous Dex, Jay Critch]

The money growin' like a chill pack

She wan’, fu-

She wanna fuck for the fame

Yeah nah bro, we goin' crazy nigga

[Chorus: Famous Dex]

She wanna fuck for the fame (Huh)

Baby girl, bring me that brain (Huh)

[?] the gang (Huh)

Your ex boyfriend a lame (Lame)

Caught that boy lacking at the red light

Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right

Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like (Friend hit like)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]

Bad bitch fucking for a Birkin (For a Birkin')

I tell her the money ain’t shit, I ain't heard it (Heard)

Got the gang with me, so I ain't lurkin' (Gang gang)

[?]

Pour me a six and I'm geekin' on purpose

I walk in the club, and you know they can't search me

Bad bitches [?] twerking

Stop looking tough, 'cause my Glock be flirtin’

[Chorus: Famous Dex]

She wanna fuck for the fame (Fuck for the fame)

Baby girl, bring me that brain (Bring me that brain)

[?] the gang

Your ex boyfriend a lame

Caught that boy lacking at the red light

Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right

Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

Bad bitch, and she move in the Range

One on me, like I move in the Range

Beam on it, so it shoot with some aim

Pop the perks, took two for the pain

Pour the lean, I ain’t feeling the same

I tell Dex to go pull up and spray

Tell the opps go fill in the blank

Hood Fave

[Chorus: Famous Dex]

She wanna fuck for the fame

Baby girl, bring me that brain

[?] the gang

Your ex boyfriend a lame

Caught that boy lacking at the red light

Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right

Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like