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letra de no static - rich forever music

[intro: famous dex]
ha
you know what i’m sayin’?
chasethemoney, chasethemoney
w-ssup, critch? (yuh, ha, what, yah, hah)
how we doin’? (yuh)
ohh man god d-mn, what?

[verse 1: famous dex]
bad b-tch, suck on my d-ck, huh
i just pulled wit’ a stick, huh
yeah, i’m sippin’ on lean
i’m drinkin’ that [?], i’m feelin’ like critch
hey, f-ck yo’ lil’ b-tch every day
she better give me that face
baby [?], just give me brain, [?]
i be doing money, you a dummy
swear to god, i put d-ck right in her tummy
you n-gg-s so b-mmy
i can’t talk ’cause you a dummy
fiend, sippin’ on all this lean
too much money on me
you can call me money machine, ha
yeah, i got it
run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain’t got sh-t, huh
yeah, i pop [?]
got a big lil’ b-tch, swear to god she will suck d-ck, huh
ooh, yuh, baby girl, suck on that d-ck though
and i get mad, and i get mad
gettin’ money, givetin’ money, yeah, big doors, b-tch

[interlude: famous dex & (jay critch)]
[?] know what i’m sayin’
[?] i got so much [?]
imma let this person talk their sh-t
jay critch talk to ’em
ya dig (hey!)

[verse 2: jay critch]
i walked in with a bad b-tch, 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 stackin
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 d-ck in her mouth, now she gaggin’
i woke up to some money, fantastic
make it stretch just like fantastic 4
p-ssy, what you rappin’ for?
you a rookie but i have to score
i’m too high, i almost crashed the porsche
b-tterfly, had to catch the doors
that prolly went over your head
shorty bad hit her 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, pr-nto
i’m ballin’ like harden, you ballin’ like lonzo
smokin’ that cookie and paper and fronto
nine to your back like a n-gg- named rondo
’cause i’m getting this green like its boston, flossin’
if he ain’t sign’t up, its gon’ cost him
i give my white girl the c-ke, she say, “awesome”
if you ain’t talkin’ no money, you lost ’em
hood fave, b-tch, i’m all about dividends
that money comin’ around like the ceiling fan
someone need a boss and these n-gg-s the miniman
he talkin’ the money, lets get it then

- rich forever music

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