[Intro: Famous Dex & Jay Critch]
(Hey!)
I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static
I made Givenchy my— (Hey!)
I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static
I made Givenchy— (Hey!)
Ha, you know what I'm sayin'? (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney, ooh)
ChaseTheMoney (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Wassup, Critch? (Weird vs Crazy, yuh, ha, what, yah, hah)
How we doin'? (This is an official DJ Shon mixtape release)
(Ohh man god damn, what?)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Bad bitch, suck on my dick, huh
I just pulled up wit' a stick, huh (It's the gang, homie)
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean
I'm drinkin' that [?], I'm feelin' like Critch
Hey, fuck yo' lil' bitch every day
She better give me that face
Baby [?], she give me brain, Wayne
I be gettin' money, you a dummy
Swear to god, I put dick right down her tummy
You n***as so bummy
I can't talk 'cause you dummy
Fiend, sippin' on all this lean
Ooh, the money on me
You can call me "Money machine," ha
Yeah, I got it
Run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain't got shit, huh
Yeah, I pop me a [?]
Got a big lil' bitch, swear to god she'll suck dick, huh, ooh, yuh
Baby girl, suck on that dick though
And I get mad, and I get mad
Gettin' money, givin' money, yeah, big doors, bitch
[Interlude: Famous Dex & Jay Critch]
Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
I-I-I don't—
I don't even do all that talk shit, all that flex shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like I said, I got so much energy (Huh, what?)
I'ma let this person talk their shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jay Critch, talk to 'em, ya dig (Hey!)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static
I made Givenchy my fabric (My fabric)
My diamonds flashin', givin' 'em static
Used to have bands in the mattress (Bands in the mattress)
Look at the bag, how it's stackin' (Bag, how it's stackin')
Had my 30's pull up like, "What happened?" (30's)
Slime scorin', he play for the Magic
In the foreign, she said she needs ChapStick (Skrt)
Boy, you ain't got money, it's tragic (Tragic)
Put the dick in her mouth, now she gaggin' (Now she gaggin')
I woke up to some money, fantastic (Fantastic)
Make it stretch like Fantastic 4 (Fantastic 4)
Lil' Pussy, what you rappin' for? (Rappin' for)
You a rookie, but I have to score (Have to score)
I'm too high, I almost crashed the Porsche (Crashed the Porsche)
Butterfly, I had to catch the doors (Hey)
That prolly went over your head (Over your head)
Shorty bad, I hit her up for the head (Eh)
I be runnin' up four pints for the med' (Chu)
She goin', she tried to stay in my bed (Stay in my bed)
But I'm kickin' her out, yeah, pronto (Pronto)
Ballin' like Harden, you ballin' like Lonzo (Ballin' like Lonzo)
Smokin' that cookie and paper and Fronto (Paper and Fronto)
Nine to your back like a n***a named Rondo (N***a named Rondo)
'Cause I'm getting this green like its Boston, flossin'
He ain't sign't up? It's gon' cost him (Sign't up)
I give my white girl the coke, she say, "Awesome" (Awesome)
If you ain't talkin' no money, you lost 'em (You lost 'em)
Hood fave, bitch, I'm all about dividends (Hood fave)
That money comin' around like the ceiling fan (Ceiling fan)
I be the boss and these n***as the mini man (Mini man)
N***a, bitch talkin' the money, let's get it then (Let's get it then)