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[Intro] (Got it on smash) (OG Parker) [Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid] Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures) Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker) Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey) We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up) Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up) Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups) More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em) Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger, Hol' up) Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger) [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] The money keep calling me (Woo!) The racks got all of me The rich she a masterpiece, im rich like the lottery Im done in a flash dirty lil bitch she gone fuck for the cash Im back in my bag, im back in my bag, I don't want the jag Money going up, I got the Ms the hunnid's dont fold up 30 Nina the holster nigga Put you on a poster nigga Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac Foreign bitch with a big booty tell her bag back Young nigga with the money on me no cash app Young nigga with the choppa riding in the Maybach My money gone talk for me, [hell naw] can't talk for fee Knock you off they then charge em a fee Board the jet we don't need ID [Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid] Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures) Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker) Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey) We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up) Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up) Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups) More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em) Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger) Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger) [Verse 2: Jay Critch] Shooter aim then he said that he got em' He stain we gone run up and rob em' Hit a stain we gon' get it done proper Talking money and we talking it proper Break her down like a kit kat, give me head and I sit back All the guap gotta get that, imma hit if her shit fat If I wear it I drip that, the designer is mitch match Thought I already told you We talking money, but im not with that chit chat She said she hungry, I got her eatin' Where the hell is your bitch at? She can never get a hold of me My heart cold its low degrees On my block niggas throw the 3s Big bag, back overseas [Chorus: Jay Critch] Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures) Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker) Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey) We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up) Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up) Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups) More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em) Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger) Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger) [Verse 3: Mally Bandz] And like paparazi she always take pictures Gotta run up this money, gotta stack up these figures Smoking on gas you know I don't listen And I got them racks and it grant my wishes Diamonds they hittin' like pitches When you turn up they like switches Brody he fuck up a kitchen She text me I leave her delivered And she say that im switching But im just keeping my distance Lean might fuck up my liver And I been had a bag this shit got bigger He ain't got no money so he out of the picture We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang get richer We ain't stopping till the whole damn gang got richer Bring that bread to my momma, and you worried bout bitches Now they like I don't see you no mo Cause I ran up them racks and a nigga went missin' [Chorus: Jay Critch] Pull up looking like the paparazzi, watch flashing like it take pictures (Watch flashing like it take pictures) Slow money over no money, but we get it in way quicker (Way quicker) Pinky ring all tipsy, diamonds throwing shots like liquor (Hey) We just made another bag, let's have a toast to all of my niggas That money be calling me, pick up (Pick up) Don't fold, don't switch up (Don't fold, don't switch up) Ice cold, give her hiccups (Ice cold, give her hiccups) More money, make 'em sicker (More money, make 'em) Back then, stack the small stash, but the shit got way bigger (Shit got way bigger) Back then, wasn't all that, but her ass got way bigger (Ass got way bigger)