I Don’t Answer Rich The Kid, Famous Dex & Jay Critch

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I did the most for the bands, niggas can't tell me shit
New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit
She wanna fuck on my mans, I might go sell ya bitch
I count my bread in advance, I don't need help with it
I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought
I'm still scoring like the answer
She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth
She too boring, I don't answer
I'm in the club with an ounce, stand on the couch
Chain lookin' like the dancers
We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout
Diamonds on me throw a tantrum

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pour a six in a Fanta
Fuck your lil' bitch, give her gifts like I'm Santa
I got a bitch, she a dancer
I just might put her on camera
Wait, fuckin' her mouth
Matter fact kickin' her out, can't stay in my house
Run to that cheese like a mouse
Pounds they right in the couch
I make the money look easy
She want a bag, you cannot be greedy
Look at my AP, it's freezing
Yeezys on, check the season
They tryna copy the wave
Too many chains like a slave
I was broke, now I'm paid
Poppin' two pills then I geek on the stage