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  • Rich the Kid – Save That Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    D.A. got that dope

    [Chorus]
    Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
    All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
    I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
    And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
    Fuck bein’ famous
    Came up from the bottom, but I made it
    At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
    When you get that check, you better save it
    No cap

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t say that
    I got money and it’s old, come from way back
    I done did put my team on, now they hate that
    Rich Forever boss, I can’t fake that
    Invest the money for the check that you gon’ make back
    I might pull up Lam’, I might go Maybach (Skrrt)
    Bitches gettin’ crazy with the payback (With the payback)
    Had to cut a ho off, I can’t play that (I can’t play that)
    You ain’t got the money so just save that (Woo, woo)
    Workin’ real hard, better save that (Better save that)
    Bought my bitch a purse, cost me eight racks (Eight racks)
    But I did a show and got that cake back (Woo)
    Rich

    [Chorus]
    Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
    All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
    I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
    And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
    Fuck bein’ famous
    Came up from the bottom, but I made it
    At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
    When you get that check, you better save it
    No cap

    [Verse 2]
    Fuck the lies, you can save that (Save that)
    Niggas talkin’ trash, ain’t got no racks
    I can fit a fifty in my knapsack (Knapsack)
    Put another hundred in my backpack (Woo)
    Teach you how to make a mil’, I promise that
    I really get the check and you can save the cap
    I tell your bitch I love her, she gon’ say it back
    But I can’t save a ho, that’s a big fact
    I forgot her number, I ain’t save that (Brrt)
    I can make one-fifty in an hour flat
    I can make the money flip and double back
    I’ma make another check and I’ma save that

    [Chorus]
    Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
    All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
    I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
    And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
    Fuck bein’ famous
    Came up from the bottom, but I made it
    At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
    When you get that check, you better save it
    No cap


  • Rich The Kid – Lot On My Mind Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I see you. I see [?]
    Haha, you dig?
    I see you haters having problems
    Way too many problems
    Mic check, check, check, check, check, check
    Check, check, check, check

    [Verse 1]
    Ooh, where my mic check?
    These bitches, they been all at my neck (lil bitch!)
    These bitches, all in my call log
    You ain’t put your team on, you ain’t a boss, dog
    Can’t even let these niggas close
    Jealous homies set you up and now you smoke (now you smoke)
    You just spent up all the money, now you broke (now you broke)
    You been internet flexin’ for these hoes (hoes)
    Whole lot of friends turned to enemies
    Smile in my face and said they proud of me
    Now they lookin’ at me like I hit the lottery
    ‘Cause I’m rich but bitch, you ain’t gotta lie to me
    Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up
    They hit for me a couple pieces, we don’t chain tuck
    Too much ice, bust down, I’m still rained up
    And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fucked
    She gon’ fuck me ’cause I’m famous, post my picture up
    I call Boris, that’s my driver, he gone pick you up
    Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up
    On the road, doin’ shows, I’m so booked up

    [Vocal Break]

    [Verse 2]
    Ooh, Cartier on me
    Made my first mil’, shit I was still hungry
    Back then all them hoes, they was flexin’ on me
    See me on TV, now she sexin’ on me
    Got the Maybach, finna cop the Wraith on ’em
    Naw, for real they gon’ hate on me
    And I got your bitch been missin’, she gon’ wait on me
    Told double XL I was straight on it (haha)
    I’m finally rich, I knew that they would hate on me (rich!)
    They ran up in the crib and had the K on me
    I was slippin’, thank God that I’m livin’
    ‘Cause it all could’ve been different
    ‘Bout to put these stars in my ceiling
    ‘Cause my bitch straight from heaven
    Rich Forever, bitch I’m in it
    Get a check then I spend it

    [Outro]
    R.I.P X, man
    You know what I’m sayin?
    Young niggas get that bag, man
    Get that bag, stay humble
    Ya dig, and that’s that
    Get a rack packs and back backs


  • Rich The Kid – Dead Friends

    [Intro]
    You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
    Know what I’m sayin’?
    Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
    You know what I’m sayin’?
    Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
    Pour a four, shit
    Mustard on the beat, ho

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas)
    My check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
    Can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead)
    You a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

    [Verse 1]
    Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
    I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
    Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
    CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
    You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
    It’s a sad game (sad game)
    This the fast lane (skrrt)
    Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
    It’s the Lamb, yeah
    What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
    Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
    Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
    You could get your wig split (your wig split)
    Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
    I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas)
    My check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
    Can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead)
    You a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

    [Verse 2]
    Pull up with the drama (drama)
    Better be movin’ proper (what)
    Better use a yoppa (grra)
    We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
    My wrist too cold with Moncler
    Talkin’ the trap but you not there
    On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
    Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
    That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
    I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
    Yeah, yeah (yah)
    Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
    Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
    Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
    I got too much ice (ice)
    I got (I got)
    Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


  • Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics

    [Intro]
    You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
    Know what I’m sayin’?
    Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
    You know what I’m sayin’?
    Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
    Pour a four, shit
    Mustard on the beat, ho

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas)
    My check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
    Can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead)
    You a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

    [Verse 1]
    Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
    I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
    Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
    CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
    You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
    It’s a sad game (sad game)
    This the fast lane (skrrt)
    Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
    It’s the Lamb, yeah
    What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
    Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
    Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
    You could get your wig split (your wig split)
    Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
    I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas)
    My check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
    Can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead)
    You a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

    [Verse 2]
    Pull up with the drama (drama)
    Better be movin’ proper (what)
    Better use a yoppa (grra)
    We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
    My wrist too cold with Moncler
    Talkin’ the trap but you not there
    On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
    Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
    That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
    I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
    Yeah, yeah (yah)
    Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
    Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
    Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
    I got too much ice (ice)
    I got (I got)
    Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

    [Chorus]
    You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
    Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
    Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
    Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
    All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
    You a little man (little, huh)
    Your money getting shorter (shorter)
    My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
    Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


  • Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics

    [Intro: Rich The Kid]
    La Música de Harry Fraud
    You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
    Broke-ass nigga
    Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

    [Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
    I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
    I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
    I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
    Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
    Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
    Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
    All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
    Drop a bag (bag)
    Ice my neck up (ice)
    Ooh, put ’em [?]
    She too extra (extra)
    Don’t do lectures (no)
    Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
    Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
    Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
    Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
    My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
    My water on my wrist is on Figi
    Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
    My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
    He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
    You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Watch (watch)
    Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
    Cut the check and bought a Rollie
    He can dance on (whoa, ice)
    Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
    Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

    [Verse 2: Jay Critch]
    Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
    They be too [?] to the basement
    Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
    Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
    I’m spend me a check and replace it
    I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
    We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
    How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
    Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
    We gon’ take it (take it)
    Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
    We ain’t trappin’
    Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
    I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
    I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
    All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
    We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
    Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Watch (watch)
    Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
    Cut the check and bought a Rollie
    He can dance on (whoa, ice)
    Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
    Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it


  • In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics

    Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

    I just pulled up in my coupe
    I might just f*ck on your boo
    Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
    I f*cked your b*tch after school
    Dive in the b*tch like a pool
    Look at my chains not too cool
    Now she say she fallin’ in love
    She fell in love with the drugs
    I just might make her my boo
    She fell in love with the jewels
    You had the juice but you lost it
    My diamonds wet like a faucet
    Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
    Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
    They doing sh*t that we been on
    I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

    Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
    Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
    More money gotta flex on these b*tches
    f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
    I was broke, I had to get it
    I was trappin’ out the kitchen
    Selling dope I do the dishes
    Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
    He say he get money but I need a witness
    Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
    Ice on me got my frigid
    Toke nice niggas know you missin’
    Magazine model sucking me sloppy
    Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
    Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
    Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

    I just pulled up in my coupe
    I might just f*ck on your boo
    Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
    I f*cked your b*tch after school
    Dive in the b*tch like a pool
    Look at my chains not too cool
    Now she say she fallin’ in love
    She fell in love with the drugs
    I just might make her my boo
    She fell in love with the jewels
    You had the juice but you lost it
    My diamonds wet like a faucet
    Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
    Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
    They doing sh*t that we been on
    I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

    I got that money on me
    I got these diamonds on me
    Rich Forever be my team
    Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
    Come correct when you talking to me
    Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
    I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
    Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
    I’m in New York like I’m 50
    f*ck her so good that she miss me
    I was hustlin’, counting pennies
    Now my money to the ceiling
    Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
    I ain’t been broke in a minute
    Versuri-lyrics.info
    I remember pockets empty
    I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

    Jay what up bro
    Rich what up bro
    Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
    Just do all types of sh*t
    Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

    I just pulled up in my coupe
    I might just f*ck on your boo
    Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
    I f*cked your b*tch after school
    Dive in the b*tch like a pool
    Look at my chains not too cool
    Now she say she fallin’ in love
    She fell in love with the drugs
    I just might make her my boo
    She fell in love with the jewels
    You had the juice but you lost it
    My diamonds wet like a faucet
    Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
    Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
    They doing sh*t that we been on
    I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
    Rich the Kid lyrics
    Video coupe


  • Famous Dex – Maybach (feat. Rich The Kid)

    [Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
    I’m in the back of that Maybach
    Me and your bitch, we go way back
    Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
    Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
    You run up on me, push your shit back
    Count up the money, need more stacks
    Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
    Diamonds on me cost a building

    [Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
    AP got her skating
    Run to the money, we racing
    She a freak, swallow children
    New foreign cost a building
    Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
    Bad bitch look a million
    She wanna suck on my children
    All of this money I’m feeling
    Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
    Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
    Goyard come from K
    Foreign bitches in the Wraith
    Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
    Sucking dick, I just met her
    You run up on me, you get way up
    Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

    [Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
    I’m in the back of that Maybach
    Me and your bitch, we go way back
    Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
    Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
    You run up on me, push your shit back
    Count up the money, need more stacks
    Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
    Diamonds on me cost a building

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
    Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
    Put this money in her purse
    This bitch she get on my nerves
    Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
    Rich Forever goin’ rich way
    They copy the wave, I’m sensei
    I just might pull out that Bentley
    You got your Rollie off eBay
    Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
    Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
    Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
    Run up on me, blow your back
    Molly water
    Come to the trap, take your order
    I was just broke and rode the MARTA
    I pull up Rari but no Charger

    [Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
    I’m in the back of that Maybach
    Me and your bitch, we go way back
    Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
    Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
    You run up on me, push your shit back
    Count up the money, need more stacks
    Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
    Diamonds on me cost a building


  • Famous Dex – So Mad (feat. Rich The Kid)

    [Intro: Famous Dex]
    Dexter, Dexter
    Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
    [?] me that bro, I mean
    No, fuck it
    Come here lil bitch sis
    Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why do you hate?
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I been kinda good too
    Like I don’t care about a hater
    You can say whatever you wanna say
    Ah-Dexter!

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
    I ain’t even gotta brag
    You can just tell by my bag
    30 on me, yeah I’m glad
    Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
    I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
    Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
    I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
    And you now I got my gang man
    You run up on me you a dead man
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why you still hate?
    I get that money I’m straight
    Fuck your lil bitch in her face
    Wait, I bust in her face
    Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
    Boy why you so mad?
    Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
    Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    Why you mad?
    Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
    Young nigga had to get to the cash
    Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
    I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
    I might just make her my new boo
    Wrestle her, flex her
    I put that ho in a stretcher
    Money on the table, got money on the floor
    Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
    She suck me up, make her Uber home
    Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
    Money machine, fuck around, broke
    Me and Jay Critch run up an O
    Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
    White bitch throw the dope in her nose
    I had a bitch named Sandy
    Rollie gold like a Grammy
    Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
    Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag


  • Rich The Kid & Famous Dex – So Mad

    [Intro: Famous Dex]
    Dexter, Dexter
    Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
    [?] me that bro, I mean
    No, fuck it
    Come here lil bitch sis
    Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why do you hate?
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I been kinda good too
    Like I don’t care about a hater
    You can say whatever you wanna say
    Ah-Dexter!

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
    I ain’t even gotta brag
    You can just tell by my bag
    30 on me, yeah I’m glad
    Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
    I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
    Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
    I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
    And you now I got my gang man
    You run up on me you a dead man
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why you still hate?
    I get that money I’m straight
    Fuck your lil bitch in her face
    Wait, I bust in her face
    Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
    Boy why you so mad?
    Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
    Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    Why you mad?
    Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
    Young nigga had to get to the cash
    Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
    I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
    I might just make her my new boo
    Wrestle her, flex her
    I put that ho in a stretcher
    Money on the table, got money on the floor
    Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
    She suck me up, make her Uber home
    Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
    Money machine, fuck around, broke
    Me and Jay Critch run up an O
    Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
    White bitch throw the dope in her nose
    I had a bitch named Sandy
    Rollie gold like a Grammy
    Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
    Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag


  • So mad – Famous Dex feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

    Lyrics Famous Dex – So mad

    Dexter, Dexter
    Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
    .. me that bro, I mean
    No, f*ck it
    Come here lil b*tch sis
    Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why do you hate?
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I been kinda good too
    Like I don’t care about a hater
    You can say whatever you wanna say
    Ah-Dexter!

    Ooooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*cked your lil b*tch, I just bought her a bag
    I ain’t even gotta brag
    You can just tell by my bag
    30 on me, yeah I’m glad
    Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
    I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
    Fat b*tch, she suck me right when that jet land
    I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
    And you now I got my gang man
    You run up on me you a dead man
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Lil boy, why you still hate?
    I get that money I’m straight
    f*ck your lil b*tch in her face
    Wait, I bust in her face
    Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
    Boy why you so maaad?
    Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*ck your lil b*tch, I bought her a bag.

    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    Ooh, why you so maaad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

    Why you mad?
    Bad b*tch, f*ck and bought her a bag
    Young nigga had to get to the cash
    Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
    I f*cked that b*tch in a new coupe
    I might just make her my new boo
    Wrestle her, flex her
    I put that ho in a stretcher
    Money on the table, got money on the floor
    Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
    She suck me up, make her Uber home
    Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
    Money machine, f*ck around, broke
    Me and Jay Critch run up an O
    Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
    White b*tch throw the dope in her nose
    I had a b*tch named Sandy
    Rollie gold like a Grammy
    Might blind your b*tch, that’s a diamond wrist
    Pull up in a Rari, no Camry.

    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Wait watch ’em just hate
    I get that money, I’m straight
    I’m running right to the cake
    I just bought me a Wraith
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    Ooh, why you so mad?
    f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a baggg.
    Famous Dex lyrics
    Video mad


  • Rich The Kid – Plug Callin (Remix) (feat. Desiigner & Famous Dex)

    [Intro: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’

    [Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    [Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
    Como estas, I pick up the phone for the guap
    Hundred band jugg I need it, swear to God I was broke had to get it
    Walk in my bank got O’s, getting head from two hoes
    Touch down the rainbow, the plug he calling the metro
    I’m rich forever, rockstar chain heavy metal
    Rings on me been the champ, racks on me nigga limp
    I’ma bust on her titties, left wrist cost a 50
    Chain on me cost a hundred, I was born to get money
    Rich

    [Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
    Who that, who that, who that, who that…?
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’

    [Verse 2: Famous Dex]
    The plug is speaking no English, I got these rings on my fingers
    These bitches they coming in singles, I’m married to money, so figure
    Uh yeah, uh what, I’m balling in and off the court
    Your man broke and he a dork, I need the money I need more
    Uh yeah, uh wait, Rich Forever on my chain
    All these bitches give me brain, I’m smoking weed, I swear it’s mary jane
    Uh yeah, uh wow, my pictures so perfect like Myles
    I fuck your bitch, go up her blouse, I smoke a nigga, I call him black and mild
    Uh wait, uh yeah

    [Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English

    [Verse 3: Desiigner]
    Who that, the plug callin’
    I got the plug callin’
    Got it, the plug callin’
    Call that the plug’s products (drugs)
    All of my niggas, they killers
    Choppa with Bloods robbin’
    Choppa with Bloods they killers
    Chop up some diamonds [?] no jewelery
    I got them niggas, they drillin’
    Choppa pull up with them niggas
    That serving them niggas big
    Got this real money, real money
    Niggas pullin’ on your head
    And they kill for ya, better kill for ya
    Got money put it on your head
    Niggas kill for me, niggas kill for me
    Who got the plug callin’
    I got the plugs on me

    [Hook: Rich The Kid + Desiigner]
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this it’s ten in the morning
    Young nigga ran it up bands beating
    Plug callin’
    Pick up the phone cause I need it
    The plug he speaking no English
    Plug callin’

    [Outro: Desiigner]
    Plug callin’
    Who the fuck is this?
    Plug callin’
    Me and Rich Kid and Famous Dex
    Plug callin’
    What he gon’ do
    Plug callin’
    Brraaaa, brraaaa
    Uh
    Plug callin’


  • Rich The Kid – New Wave (feat. Famous Dex) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    Yuh! Trap!
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

    [Rich The Kid:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
    Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

    [Famous Dex:]
    All these rappers turning foo
    They just wanna learn the moves
    I got them hunnid’s they blue
    I spent a grip on my shoes

    [Rich The Kid:]
    He got something, but that nigga got dropped
    Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
    Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
    Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

    [Famous Dex:]
    Wait
    I remember in them days
    Young used to have them braves
    Swear to god I jump a gate
    30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

    [Famous Dex:]
    I walk right in the party
    Red bottoms on, how you do that?
    Wait
    Lemme call up Rozay
    Hold up, yea
    "Bro where Rich at?"

    [Rich The Kid:]
    Haha
    These broke niggas keep talking
    Yo bitch keep on stalking
    Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
    Green money like Boston (wait)

    [Famous Dex:]
    I know you wanna join the wave
    Wait, cool of, hey
    Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
    Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

    [Rich The Kid:]
    Blue money like the wave
    Goyard on me, I’m paid
    I leave a mess on her face
    New foreign on the escalade

    [Famous Dex:]
    Imma just fuck on her friend
    Young nigga, we setting trends
    Rich forever, yea we win
    Pull up in the Mas’, nigga fuck a Benz

    [Rich The Kid:]
    She want a bag, I can buy that
    Break her off like a Kit-Kat
    Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
    Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down


  • Rich The Kid – Dont Want Her (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

    [Intro]
    Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
    Ya, I just want her [?] faster

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

    [Verse 1]
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
    Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
    "Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
    Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
    Lil thot gimme top ice in my wrist watch
    Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
    Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
    Kissed a hoe and I’m appreciate , she sick (urgh)
    Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
    Call me the goat
    Too much lean, got a purple fo
    I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
    Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
    Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
    You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
    Nigga they tryna be me
    Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
    I got a foreign, I just make her count it
    All of my business don’t need no accountant
    Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
    Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
    I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

    [Verse 2]
    Keep on winning, got the face up
    Rolling with a MAC with a back up
    Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
    Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
    Cut her off with a scizor
    Countin’ money, get a spinner
    Nigga fall like the winner
    Came for the ball and gotta flex up
    See a hundred, got a learn keep callin’
    Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
    Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
    Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
    Wake up and see more Benjamins
    Change a check, yeah dat way
    Countin’ money, get a headache
    Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
    I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
    You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
    You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
    I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
    Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
    Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


  • Famous Dex – New Wave (feat. Rich The Kid)

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    Yuh! Trap!
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down. (Hold up, hold up)

    [Rich The Kid:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Broke rappers in here, feeling the hate (wait)
    Real diamonds on me, biting them skrate (look)

    [Famous Dex:]
    All these rappers turning foo
    They just wanna learn the moves
    I got them hunnid’s they blue
    I spent a grip on my shoes

    [Rich The Kid:]
    He got something, but that nigga got dropped
    Audemar, that’s a house on my watch
    Came from nothing, now they want me to stop
    Rings on me, I had holes in my socks

    [Famous Dex:]
    Wait
    I remember in them days
    Young used to have them braves
    Swear to god I jump a gate
    30 yea, right down my waste, might just catch a case

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down

    [Famous Dex:]
    I walk right in the party
    Red bottoms on, how you do that?
    Wait
    Lemme call [?]
    Hold up, yea
    "Bro where Rich at?"

    [Rich The Kid:]
    Haha
    These broke niggas keep talking
    Yo bitch keep on stalking
    Diamond on me, put em in a coffin (hold on)
    Green money like Boston (wait)

    [Famous Dex:]
    I know you wanna join the wave
    Wait, cool of, hey
    Fuck yo little bitch with a brace
    Can’t fuck with them man they talk to the jakes (Oh man god Damn)

    [Rich The Kid:]
    Blue money like the wave
    Goyard on me, I’m paid
    I leave a mess on her face
    New foreign on the escalade

    [Famous Dex:]
    Imma just fuck on her friend
    Young nigga, we setting trends
    Rich forever, yea we win
    Pull up in the Mas’, nigga fuck a Benz

    [Rich The Kid:]
    She want a bag, I can buy that
    Break her off like a Kit-Kat
    Got a lay her down, Maserati was black
    Try to ride the wave, get hit with a mac

    [Rich The Kid Chorus Part 1:]
    They tryna copy the wave
    Too many chains like a slave
    Rich Forever getting paid
    Money machine might break

    [Famous Dex Chorus Part-2:]
    Whoa wait
    They tryna copy the style
    Watch how I jump in the crowd
    Reach for my chain, boy how
    30 on my me, swear to God, I’ll bring him down


  • Rich The Kid – Don’t Want Her letras

    [Intro]
    Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
    Ya, I just want her [?] faster

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

    [Verse 1]
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
    Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
    "Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
    Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
    [?] ice in my wrist watch
    Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
    Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
    Kissed a ho and I’m [?], she sick
    Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
    Call me the goat
    Too much lean, got a purple fo
    I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
    Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
    Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
    You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
    Nigga they tryna be me
    Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
    I got a foreign, I just make her count it
    All of my business don’t need no accountant
    Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
    Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
    I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

    [Verse 2]
    Keep on winning, got the face up
    [?] with a back up
    Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
    Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
    Cut her off with a scizor
    Countin’ money, get a spinner
    Nigga fall like the winner
    Came for the ball and gotta flex up
    See a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
    Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
    Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
    Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
    Wake up with [?] and old Benjamins
    Change a check, yeah dat way
    Countin’ money, get a headache
    Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
    I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
    You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
    You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
    I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
    Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
    Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


  • Rich The Kid – Don’t Want Her

    [Intro]
    Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
    Ya, I just want her [?] faster

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    [Verse 1]
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
    Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
    “Flexin’ on Purpose”, then ya nigga had to sit back
    Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
    [?] ice in my wrist watch
    Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
    Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
    Kissed a ho and I’m [?], she sick
    Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
    Call me the goat
    Too much lean, got a purple fo
    I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
    Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
    Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
    You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
    Nigga they tryna be me
    Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
    I got a foreign, I just make her count it
    All of my business don’t need no accountant
    Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
    Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
    I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

    [Verse 2]
    Keep on winning, got the face up
    [?] with a back up
    Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
    Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
    Cut her off with a scizor
    Countin’ money, get a spinner
    Nigga fall like the winner
    Came for the ball and gotta flex up
    See a hundred, got a [?] keep callin’
    Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
    Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
    Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
    Wake up with [?] and old Benjamins
    Change a check, yeah dat way
    Countin’ money, get a headache
    Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
    I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
    You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
    You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
    I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
    Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
    Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

    [Hook]
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Rollie is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
    Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
    Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
    Flexin”, I’m makin’ ’em vomit
    The Roli is water, it came out damn faster
    I put a M in my closet
    Racks cannot fit in my wallet
    The money is comin’, can’t stop it
    I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage


  • Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

    [Intro: Famous Dex]
    Uh yah
    Uh yah, uh yah
    Oh what?
    Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
    The molly, and the Percs
    OHMANGOTDDAMN!

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs on me
    I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
    She say I’m her man
    I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
    I be geekin’ in the lobby
    All these tats on my body
    3 bitches in the party
    I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
    I poured me a 6 till I doses
    I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
    And baby geekin’ off the percs
    I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
    4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
    Baby girl, what you worth?
    All these drugs like a nurse

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    I got the drugs in me
    That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
    Half a pint or 2 liter
    In the coupe with 2 ninas
    I drop a grip on my ring
    Rich Forever on the chain
    Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
    Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
    I need my medicine
    Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
    I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
    Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
    Empty the clip leave your face missin’
    In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

    [Hook: Famous Dex]
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I got the drugs in me
    I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
    I be turnin’ up my shows
    I be coolin’ with the bros
    I can never trust these hoes
    I got the drugs in me