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Jay Critch Rich The Kid& Mally B
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(Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
Pull up lookin' like the paparazzi, watch flashin' like
It take pictures (Watch flashin' like it take pictures)
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)
Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwin' shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas
That money be callin' me, pick up (Pick up)
Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)
Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)
More money make him sicker (Money make him)
Back then, stacked a small stash
But the shit got way bigger (Hold up)
Back then, wasn't all that, but her
Ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)
The money keep callin' me (Woo)
The racks, they all on me (Racks, racks)
The Richie a masterpiece (Richie the Rich)
I'm rich like the lottery (Rich, yeah)
I don't need a flash (Flash)
Dirty lil' bitch, she gon' fuck for the cash (Woo)
I'm back in my bag (Bag), I'm back in my
Bag (Bag), I don't want the Jag' (Bag)
Money done grown up (Grown up)
I got the M's, the hundreds done fold up (Woo)
Thirty need a holster, nigga
Put you on a poster, nigga (Grrah)
Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac (Like Aflac)
Foreign bitch with a big booty, tell her, "Bend back" (Woo, woo, yeah)
Young nigga with the money on me, no CashApp (No CashApp)
Young nigga with the chopper ridin' in the Maybach (In the Maybach)
My money gon' talk for me (Me)
Platinum can't talk for free (For free)
Knock you off, they're chargin' a fee
Boarded jet, we don't need I.D. (Rich)
Pull up lookin' like the paparazzi, watch flashin' like
It take pictures (Watch flashin' like it take pictures)
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)
Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwin' shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas
That money be callin' me, pick up (Pick up)
Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)
Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)
More money make him sicker (Money make him)
Back then, stacked a small stash, but the
Shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)
Back then, wasn't all that, but her
Ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)
Shooter aim, then he said that he got him (Said he got him)
He a stain, we gon' run up and rob him (Run up and rob him)
He a stain, we gon' get it done proper (Woo)
Talkin' money and we talkin' it proper
Break her down like a Kit-Kat
Give me head and I sit back
All the guap, gotta get that
I might hit her for shit-fact
If I wear it, I drip that
The designer is mis-fact (Hey)
Thought I already told you
We talkin' money, but I'm not with the chit-chat
She said she hungry, I got her eatin'
Where the hell is your bitch at? (Where the hell is your bitch?)
But she can never get a hold of me
My heart cold, it's low degrees (Cold like my wrist)
On my block, niggas throw the three (Thirty)
Big bag, bag overseas (Hey)
Pull up lookin' like the paparazzi, watch flashin' like
It take pictures (Watch flashin' like it take pictures)
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)
Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwin' shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas
That money be callin' me, pick up (Pick up)
Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)
Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)
More money make him sicker (Money make him)
Back then, stacked a small stash, but the
Shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)
Back then, wasn't all that, but her
Ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)
She like paparazzi, she always take pictures
Gotta run to the money and stack up these figures
I'm smokin' on gas and you know I don't listen
And I got them racks, now your grandma wishin'
Diamonds, they hittin' like pitches
When you turn up, they like swishers
Brodie, he fuck up a kitchen
She text me, I leave it delivered
And she say that I'm switchin'
But I'm just keepin' my distance
A lil' lean might fuck up my liver
And I been had a bag, but the shit got bigger
He ain't got no money, he out of the picture
We ain't stoppin' 'til the whole damn gang get richer
We ain't stoppin' 'til the whole damn gang got riches
Send that bread to my mama, you worried 'bout bitches
Now they like, "I don't see you no more"
'Cause I ran up the racks and a nigga went
Missin' (And that nigga went missin')
Pull up lookin' like the paparazzi, watch flashin' like
It take pictures (Watch flashin' like it take pictures)
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)
Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwin' shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas
That money be callin' me, pick up (Pick up)
Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up)
Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)
More money make him sicker (Money make him)
Back then, stacked a small stash, but the
Shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger)
Back then, wasn't all that, but her
Ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)
(Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
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