[Intro: Famous Dex, Jay Critch]
The money growin' like a chill pack
She wan’, fu-
She wanna fuck for the fame
Yeah nah bro, we goin' crazy n***a

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna fuck for the fame (Huh)
Baby girl, bring me that brain (Huh)
[?] the gang (Huh)
Your ex boyfriend a lame (Lame)
Caught that boy lacking at the red light
Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right
Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like (Friend hit like)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Bad bitch fucking for a Birkin (For a Birkin')
I tell her the money ain’t shit, I ain't heard it (Heard)
Got the gang with me, so I ain't lurkin' (Gang gang)
[?]
Pour me a six and I'm geekin' on purpose
I walk in the club, and you know they can't search me
Bad bitches [?] twerking
Stop looking tough, 'cause my Glock be flirtin’

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna fuck for the fame (Fuck for the fame)
Baby girl, bring me that brain (Bring me that brain)
[?] the gang
Your ex boyfriend a lame
Caught that boy lacking at the red light
Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right
Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like
[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Bad bitch, and she move in the Range
One on me, like I move in the Range
Beam on it, so it shoot with some aim
Pop the perks, took two for the pain
Pour the lean, I ain’t feeling the same
I tell Dex to go pull up and spray
Tell the opps go fill in the blank
Hood Fave

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna fuck for the fame
Baby girl, bring me that brain
[?] the gang
Your ex boyfriend a lame
Caught that boy lacking at the red light
Glock with the beam, make sure the boy dead, right
Bad bitch, tryna see what her friend hit like