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Jay Critch – For The Fame Lyrics ft Rich The Kid

Jay Critch – For The Fame Lyrics ft Rich The Kid

Jay Critch – For The Fame Lyrics ft Rich The Kid

For The Fame Lyrics by Jay Critch ft Rich The Kid

[Intro – Rich The Kid and Jay Critch]
Listen
OG Parker
Rich Forever 3 way
Money way, the only way
Ayy, yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Rich The Kid]
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmains
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmains
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame

[Verse 1 – Rich The Kid]
Act’ in the Sprite
She a model but she key for the night
Pussy good put the bitch on a flight
It’s the Gram she’ll fuck for the light “Act’ in the Sprite”
More lean I got drank, pink
Swerve (?)
Diamonds on me and they real bite
Naw, dat way
Met your bitch I’ma fuck her the same day
I got a mansion I’m made
Too many chains like a slave
Hunnit bands on a rich, flexing
Big mama, she calling and texting
Big bitch, I just got her from Texas
Young nigga, I’m getting money, I’m reckless
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
Rich Forever get the money, it’s blue
Put up flexing like ooh
I got the racks on me now
I hit that hoe on the couch
I just might buss in her mouth “I just might buss in her mouth”

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[Hook/Chorus – Rich The Kid]
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmain
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmains
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame

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[Verse 2 – Jay Critch]
Grab the chicken çause I gotta have it
Trappin posted like Durk on the Mavericks
Cashing now that boy living so lavish
Sagging, pockets filled up with that cabbage
I done walked in the spot with a bad bitch
Hide the bitch she wan’ fuck that’s her favorite
Diamond wrist bitches saying I made it
Designer shit I came through with the latest
Niggas talk a lot get your money up
She goin´ down çause Iḿ going up
Rich Forever I walk around with the bands
Niggas plotting I walk around with the fan
White (?) suck me up with some Zans
Hit a lick stuff the knots in my pants
Bad bitch I’ma fly her to France
Remember I was running off with them grams

[Hook/Chorus – Rich The Kid]
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmain
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame
Can’t make her my boo
She wanna fuck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I put a flex on the Balmains
Come for that bitch you a lame
(?) a chain
Too many chains
She wanna fuck for the fame

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Jay Critch – For The Fame Lyrics ft Rich The Kid
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