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Ha You know what I'm sayin'? ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Wassup, Critch? (Yuh, ha, what, yah, hah) How we doin'? (Yuh) Ohh man god damn, what? [Verse 1: Famous Dex] Bad bitch, suck on my dick, huh I just pulled wit' a stick, huh Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean I'm drinkin' that [?], I'm feelin' like Critch Hey, fuck yo' lil' bitch everyday She [?] give me that face Baby [?], just give me brain, [?] I be doing money, you a dummy Swear to god, I put dick right in her tummy You niggas so bummy I can't talk 'cause you a dummy Fiend, sippin' on all this lean Too much money on me [?] machines, ha [Chorus: Famous Dex] Yeah, I got it Run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain't got shit, huh Letras de cancionesYeah, I pop [?] 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, gettin' money, yeah, big doors, bitch [Verse: Jay Critch] I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static I made Givenchy, my fabric My diamonds flashin', givin' 'em static You still have bands in the mattress Look at the bag, how it's [?] Look at 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 Niggas just like Fantastic 4 Pussy, what you rappin' for? [?] but I have to score I'm too high, I almost crashed the Porsche Butterfly, had to catch the doors That prolly went over your head Shorty [?] it up for the head I be runnin' up four pints for the med She goin', she tried to stay in my bed But I'm kickin' her out, yeah, pronto I'm ballin' like Harden, you ballin' like Lonzo Smokin' that cookie and paper and Fronto Nine to your back like a nigga named Bronco 'Cause I'm getting this green like its Boston, flossin' If he get synced up, its gon' cost him I get my white girl to [?], she say "Awesome" If you ain't talkin' no money, you lost 'em Hood fame, bitch, I'm all about dividends That money comin' around like a ceiling fan Someone need a boss and these niggas the miniman [?] talkin' the money, lets get it then [Chorus: Famous Dex] Run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain't got shit, huh Yeah, I pop [?] 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, gettin' money, yeah, big doors, bitch, huh From Letras Mania