Jay Critch - Spam lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid] Yea, y'know what I'm sayin' Now you gotta go to the dictionary y'know what I'm sayin' Go to the dictionary, go to the library (Chapter 6) And y'know what I'm sayin', read about it Whoa, Dexter Yea, what The Lab Cook Yea, Chris [?] bro (ice) [?], ya' dig, (Dexter) [Chorus: Famous Dex] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] [Verse 1: Jay Critch] Diamonds don't [?] they box it Young n***a, make a pay for the profit Got my hood say I the prophet One show I could fill in my pockets You broke, you ran out of options Thicker headed, but them n***as can't stop it I'ma favorite I pull up and she top it Le[?] it and I get high like a rocket You can't see me 'cause the [?] tenant Pile the money like I'm beefin' with it Duffle bag, put the cheese up in it I got money problems I don't need you b**hes If I started, then i need to finish Diamonds on me, she can see I'm winnin' [Chorus: Famous Dex] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it (boy drop it, yea) Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb (skrt) Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] [Verse 2: Famous Dex] Talkin' 'bout money boy stop it Ain't got money in your wallet Shoot that boy down Shoot that boy down, yea hit with the rocket I'm the plug f** the socket Runnin' this house make the p**y boy drop it Get a lil b**h she a hottie I wanna touch on her body Huh, wait, huh yeah Me and Jay Critch start a new wave Almost broke up in the days Now a n***a gettin' paid Popped three pills that I geeked from the stage That sh** lil b**h now pull on her braids Baby girl stuck on her ways She want some money no pay She want some money no pay I'm a just f** on her face [Chorus: Famous Dex] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain (my chain) Your diamonds fake, boy drop it (boy drop it, yea) Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb (skrt) Everybody lookin' like damn (skrt, skrt) You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] [Verse 3: Rich The Kid] f** the top I'ma drop it (skrt) [?] pocket sloppy Rich Forever we the train to the top Broke boy you better stop it (what) Went on a lamb truck Go get your Vans up Big belt I can't stand up Turn the coupe to a panda No, no, big drip Too many racks do a kick flip I'm in the trap with the chicken strip I'm smokin' on [?] as I pick a zip No, my n***as rich for life She wanna get licked tonight (licked) She do the sh** I like I just might f** her twice The [?] be talkin', irrelevant (irrelevant) I got the juice [?] I'm sellin' it I know that you mad that I'm hella rich Flexin' on purpose, come take a pick Money come this way She want to f** outta the stars in the new wraith Patek out the blue face Tell her to s** it, lil b**h I don't do dates [Chorus: Famous Dex] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain Your diamonds fake, boy drop it Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb Everybody lookin' like damn You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?] Money is right in my pocket (it is) Tell me about money, boy stop it Diamonds they right in my chain (my chain) Your diamonds fake, boy drop it (boy drop it, yea) Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb (skrt) Everybody lookin' like damn (skrt, skrt) You a fake, you a spam Run up on me, swear to God you on my [?]