For The Fame lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Jay Critch]
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(OG Parker)
Rich Forever 3 way
The money way, the only way
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Act' in the Sprite
She a model but she key for the night
pus*y good put the b*tch on a flight
It's the Gram she'll f*ck for a light (Act' in the Sprite)
More lean I got drank, pint
Swerve the wraith, fell asleep twice
Diamonds on me and they real bite
Naw, dat way
Met your b*tch I'ma f*ck 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 callin' and textin'
Thick b*tch, I just got her from Texas
Young n*gga, I'm gettin' money, I'm reckless
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
Rich Forever get the money, it's blue
Pull up flexin' like ooh
I got the racks on me now
I hit that hoe on the couch
I just might bust in her mouth (I just might bust in her mouth)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Grab the chicken çause I gotta have it
Trappin posted like Dirk on the Mavericks
Cashing now that boy livin' so lavish
Saggin', pockets filled up with that cabbage
I done walked in the spot with a bad b*tch
Hide your b*tch she wan' f*ck the Hood Favorite
Diamond wrist b*tches sayin' I made it
Designer sh*t I came through with the latest
n*ggas talk a lot get your money up
She goin´ down cause I'm comin' up
Rich Forever I walk around with the bands
n*ggas plottin' I walk around with the fan
White girl suck me up off a Xan
Hit a lick stuff the knots in my pants
Bad b*tch I'ma fly her to France
Remember I was runnin' off with them grams
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame
Can't make her my boo
She wanna f*ck on the crew
I get her wet like a pool
I pull up flexing in Balmains
Come for that b*tch you a lame
Ain't sh*t change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame