4DaFamme lyrics

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

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna f*ck 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 b*tch, tryna see what her friend hit like (Friend hit like)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Bad b*tch f*cking for a Birkin (For a Birkin')
I tell her the money ain’t sh*t, 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 b*tches [?] twerking
Stop looking tough, 'cause my Glock be flirtin’

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
She wanna f*ck for the fame (f*ck 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 b*tch, tryna see what her friend hit like
[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Bad b*tch, 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 f*ck 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 b*tch, tryna see what her friend hit like