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[Intro: Famous Dex] (Cartier) Yah yah Me and Tjay, oh Times like this, times like this Times like this, yeah I miss My momma I miss her yeah Yah yeah, Dexter yeah Hi mom, yeah, I miss us Ooh, momma I miss you, yeah I miss you, yeah, Dexter, Tjay, yah [Verse 1: Famous Dex] Ride around with me a blick Can't trust a nigga, 'cause a nigga did the slick Run up on me swear to God, boy, you get dismissed Yeah, yeah, you get dismissed I remember I was broke, I ain't have it Now a nigga got the cheese he got that cabbage She wanna fuck me and she married I don't wanna fuck you baby have my baby, no no I heard you was a whole hoe Call Lil Tjay that's my lil' bro We all slammed on some good blow Any nigga lookin' stupid shot him to the floor Trynna make it, huh All these niggas trynna take it You run up on me swear to God that .50 shakin' That bitch got titties on it yeah it's bakin' Yeah, yahh, I want the money I don't want no fake shit I'm not a dummy All these niggas round me got no money If you ain't talking 'bout no business or the money Go yeah, you can go real far, yeah Real far yeah, you can go real far, yeah And momma, rest in peace, yeah I miss ya [Verse 2: Lil Tjay] Chasin' the money, I get to the bag I know they hatin' on me and it's sad Never gon' lie, I'ma keep it a stack Shootin' to the top and I ain't goin' back I had no choice but to hop in my birk' They want my face on the front of a shirt If I call Dexter he goin' berserk I call the gang they put you in the dirt Ooh, I'm doin' my thing You think I'ma slap then you goin' insane Hit the strippy, I be makin' it rain Bro relation but any hoe ain't a thing Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'ma pull up with the gang Huh, huh, huh, huh No we ain't playin' no games [Verse 3: Famous Dex] No we not playin' no games That .30 on me, yeah, it bang Huh, ooh, you better stay in your lane I keep my shooters with me, you know they gon' bang It's me and Tjay swervin' in the Ranger I remember days I was broke now I remember days I was sleepin on that floor now I fuck her then she want some more now Ooh girly, yeah, I know, yeah She wanna fuck me then she fuck my bro I can't DM her 'cause that bitch a slut It's me and Tjay, yeah, we turnin' up Yeah, on fire On my bag I have my berk Got a bitch she wanna Perc' Couple of big mans in the hearse Wait, I make em squirm And use a sub a nigga just sub me up Ooh, and I'm, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah And the money on me why I ain't sad, yeah I'm 300 I don't care, yeah Fuck that bitch I tell her yeah I'll pull her by her hair, yeah Yeah, yeah