4DaFamme

Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex, Jay Critch] The money growin' like a chill pack She wan', fu- She wanna fuck for the fame Yeah nah bro, we goin' crazy nigga [Chorus: Famous Dex] She wanna fuck for the fame (Huh) Baby girl, bring me that brain (Huh) [?] the gang (Huh) Your ex boyfriend a lame (Lame) Caught that boy lacking at the red light Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like (Friend hit like) [Verse 1: Famous Dex] Bad bitch fucking for a Birkin (For a Birkin') I tell her the money ain't shit, I ain't heard it (Heard) Got the gang with me, so I ain't lurkin' (Gang gang) [?] Pour me a six and I'm geekin' on purpose I walk in the club, and you know they can't search me Bad bitches [?] twerking Stop looking tough, 'cause my Glock be flirtin' [Chorus: Famous Dex] She wanna fuck for the fame (Fuck for the fame) Baby girl, bring me that brain (Bring me that brain) [?] the gang Your ex boyfriend a lame Caught that boy lacking at the red light Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like [Verse 2: Jay Critch] Bad bitch, and she move in the Range One on me, like I move in the Range Beam on it, so it shoot with some aim Pop the perks, took two for the pain Pour the lean, I ain't feeling the same I tell Dex to go pull up and spray Tell the opps go fill in the blank Hood Fave [Chorus: Famous Dex] She wanna fuck for the fame Baby girl, bring me that brain [?] the gang Your ex boyfriend a lame Caught that boy lacking at the red light Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like