[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 n***as
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 n***a
Put you on a poster n***a
Broke boy, he a big duck like Aflac
Foreign bitch with a big booty tell her bag back
Young n***a with the money on me no cash app
Young n***a 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 n***as
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 n***as 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 n***as
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 n***a 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 n***as
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)