[Intro: Jay Critch]
Hey
[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hop in the ghost, it gets scary (Scary)
I got a bag, I don't know how to act (I don't know how to act)
You niggas flexin' barely (Barely)
I fuck it up and I get it right back (Get it right back)
I get the cheese like dairy (Hey)
I'm stackin' up like I'm Jerry (Jerry)
My bitch look like Mariah Carey (Bitch look like Mariah Carey)
My whip got no brain, lookin' scary (Scary)
I'm smokin' a lot on the hemi (Hemi)
Hood fave, can't go to back to the trap (Hood fave)
Had to get up, get me a bag (Get me a bag)
Good day, got a lot of new racks (Lot of new racks)
Niggas frontin', let's just get to the facts (Facts)
Know I'm stuntin' she don't know how to act (How to act)
Stickin' money on me like a tack (What, like a tack)
She be buggin', tell shawty relax (Huh, relax)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Chopper it make you relax (Grra)
I just came up on a bag (A bag)
Shoes off on my carpet, I was broke, I'm the boss bitch (Woah)
VVs, shawty too fine, I tell her to come see me (Huh?)
Put it in a pot, trap jump like 23, I make it look easy (Yeah)
You know that shit, fucked her one time, I do not know that bitch (Know that bitch)
I got rich, double hand, come suck my dick (my sick)
One stove and the bowl, whip
Them diamonds fake, you ain't froze shit
My young niggas squeeze the whole clip (Grra)
Rich Forever, money old shit (Huh?)
Hey
[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hop in the ghost, it gets scary (Scary)
I got a bag, I don't know how to act (I don't know how to act)
You niggas flexin' barely (Barely)
I fuck it up and I get it right back (Get it right back)
I get the cheese like dairy (Hey)
I'm stackin' up like I'm Jerry (Jerry)
My bitch look like Mariah Carey (Bitch look like Mariah Carey)
My whip got no brain, lookin' scary (Scary)
I'm smokin' a lot on the hemi (Hemi)
Hood fave, can't go to back to the trap (Hood fave)
Had to get up, get me a bag (Get me a bag)
Good day, got a lot of new racks (Lot of new racks)
Niggas frontin', let's just get to the facts (Facts)
Know I'm stuntin' she don't know how to act (How to act)
Stickin' money on me like a tack (What, like a tack)
She be buggin', tell shawty relax (Huh, relax)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Chopper it make you relax (Grra)
I just came up on a bag (A bag)
Shoes off on my carpet, I was broke, I'm the boss bitch (Woah)
VVs, shawty too fine, I tell her to come see me (Huh?)
Put it in a pot, trap jump like 23, I make it look easy (Yeah)
You know that shit, fucked her one time, I do not know that bitch (Know that bitch)
I got rich, double hand, come suck my dick (my sick)
One stove and the bowl, whip
Them diamonds fake, you ain't froze shit
My young niggas squeeze the whole clip (Grra)
Rich Forever, money old shit (Huh?)
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