Bigger Rich The Kid, Jay Critch & Mally Bandz

[Intro]
Got it on smash
OG Parker

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich the Kid]
Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures
(Watch flashing like it take pictures)
Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker)
Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey)
We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas
That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up)
Don’t fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don’t switch up)
Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups)
More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em)
Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger, Hol' up)
Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
The money keep calling me (Woo!)
The racks got all of me
The rich she a masterpiece, im rich like the lottery
Im done in a flash dirty lil bitch she gone fuck for the cash
Im back in my bag, im back in my bag, I don't want the jag
Money going up, I got the Ms the hunnid's dont fold up
30 Nina the holster nigga
Put you on a poster nigga
Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac
Foreign bitch with a big booty tell her bag back
Young nigga with the money on me no cash app
Young nigga with the choppa riding in the Maybach
My money gone talk for me, [hell naw] can't talk for fee
Knock you off they then charge em a fee
Board the jet we don’t need ID