Flex Up Rich The Kid, Jay Critch & A$AP Ferg

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I  got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way (What?)
Too  much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way
They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too
I done made 'em go dat way, bougie bitch acting brand new
Flex  up, wrestler (What?)
Money  long, I got extras (Beep)
Check up, flex up (Flex)
Blue  cheese, no ketchup (Rich)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Ayy (Hey)
Too many chains like Django
I be walking with the bars, a nigga walkin' with a bankroll (Yeah)
She  just came over to fuck, but that really is my bae, though
Got the cheese on me (Racks), young nigga got the queso (Hey)
And my brody got it tucked, ridin' 'round with a K though
Niggas ain't getting no money
I get it, I throw it, I spread it like Play-Doh (Racks)
These bitches broke and they bummy so fuck 'em
I swear I can't fuck with no lame ho (Hey)
Had to go get me some money
I hit me a jugg, skrrt off in a Range Rove' (Hey)
Woah, diamonds on me cold (Froze)
I swear I was just by that stove (Woah)
Niggas talkin' but they broke (Broke)
Now I got three bad bitches for the night
I was dead broke hittin' licks, I had to get right