Spam Lyrics - Jay Critch

[Intro: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid] 

Yea, y'know what I'm sayin' 

Now you gotta go to the dictionary y'know what I'm sayin' 

Go to the dictionary, go to the library (Chapter 6) 

And y'know what I'm sayin', read about it 

Whoa, Dexter 

Yea, what 

The Lab Cook 

Yea, Critch [?] bro (ice) 

Forever-ever (rich forever ever), ya' dig, (Dexter) 

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[Chorus: Famous Dex] 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

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[Verse 1: Jay Critch] 

Diamonds don't jab, they boxin' 

Young nigga, make a pay for the profit 

Got my hood say I the prophet 

One show I could fill in my pockets 

You broke, you ran out of options 

Thicker headed, but them niggas can't stop it 

I'ma favorite I pull up and she top it 

Levitate it and I get high like a rocket 

You can't see me 'cause the VVS is tinted 

Pile the money like I'm beefin' with it 

Duffle bag, put the cheese up in it 

I got money problems I don't need you bitches 

If I started, then i need to finish 

Diamonds on me, she can see I'm winnin' 

[Chorus: Famous Dex] 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

[Verse 2: Famous Dex] 

Talkin' 'bout money boy stop it 

Ain't got money in your wallet 

Shoot that boy down 

Shoot that boy down, yea hit with the rocket 

I'm the plug fuck the socket 

Runnin' this house make the pussy boy drop it 

Get a lil bitch she a hottie 

I wanna touch on her body 

Huh, wait, huh yeah 

Me and Jay Critch start a new wave 

Almost broke up in the days 

Now a nigga gettin' paid 

Popped three pills that I geeked from the stage 

That shit lil bitch now pull on her braids 

Baby girl stuck on her ways 

She want some money no pay 

She want some money no pay 

I'm a just fuck on her face 

[Chorus: Famous Dex] 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid] 

Fuck the top I'ma drop it (skrt) 

Extra cheese, pockets sloppy 

Rich Forever we're trendin' to top 

Broke boy you better stop it (what) 

Waitin' on a lamb truck 

Go get your bands up 

Bitch bad I can't stand her 

Turn the coupe to a panda 

Nah, Nah, big drip 

Too many racks do a kick flip 

I'm in the trap with the chicken strip 

I'm smokin' on flavors I pick a zip 

No, my niggas rich for life 

She wanna get lit tonight (lit) 

She do the shit I like 

I just might fuck her twice 

The cappin' you talkin', irrelevant (irrelevant) 

I got the juice but ain't sellin' it 

I know that you mad that I'm hella rich 

Flexin' on purpose, come take a pick 

Money come this way 

She want to fuck outta the stars in the new wraith 

Patek out the blue face 

Tell her to suck it, lil bitch I don't do dates 

[Chorus: Famous Dex] 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Chris pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam 

Money is right in my pocket (it is) 

Tell me about money, boy stop it 

Diamonds they right in my chain 

Your diamonds fake, boy drop it 

Wait, me and Critch pull up in a lamb 

Everybody lookin' like damn 

You a fake, you a spam 

Run up on me, swear to God I'ma blam