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For The Fame Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Critch
Featuring: Rich The Kid
Length: 3:18
Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow




Jay Critch - For The Fame Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rich The Kid ]

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OG Parker
Rich Forever 3 way
Yeh, the money way, the only way
Ayy, yeah

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

Act' in the Sprite
She a model but she came to the night
Pussy good put the bitch on a flight
Instagram she'll f*ck for a like (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 bitch 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 bitch, I just got her from Texas
Young nigga, 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
Put up flexin' like ooh
I got the racks on me now
I hit that hoe on the couch
I just might buss in her mouth (I just might buss in her mouth)

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

Grab the chicken 'çause I gotta have it
Trappin' posted like Dirk on the Mavericks
Cashing out that boy livin' so lavish
Stackin', pockets filled up with that cabbage
I done walked in the spot with a bad bitch
Hide your bitch she wan' f*ck the hood favorite
Diamond wrist bitches sayin' I made it
Designer shit I came through with the latest
Niggas talk a lot get your money up
She goin' down 'cause I'm comin' up
Rich Forever I walk around with the bands
Niggas plottin' I walk around with the fan
White girl suck me up over Xan
Hit a lick stuff the knots in my pants
Bad bitch I'ma fly her to France
Remember I was runnin' off with them grams

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame
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Listen
OG Parker
Rich Forever 3 way
Yeh, the money way, the only way
Ayy, yeah

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

Act' in the Sprite
She a model but she came to the night
Pussy good put the bitch on a flight
Instagram she'll f*ck for a like (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 bitch 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 bitch, I just got her from Texas
Young nigga, 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
Put up flexin' like ooh
I got the racks on me now
I hit that hoe on the couch
I just might buss in her mouth (I just might buss in her mouth)

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame

Grab the chicken 'çause I gotta have it
Trappin' posted like Dirk on the Mavericks
Cashing out that boy livin' so lavish
Stackin', pockets filled up with that cabbage
I done walked in the spot with a bad bitch
Hide your bitch she wan' f*ck the hood favorite
Diamond wrist bitches sayin' I made it
Designer shit I came through with the latest
Niggas talk a lot get your money up
She goin' down 'cause I'm comin' up
Rich Forever I walk around with the bands
Niggas plottin' I walk around with the fan
White girl suck me up over Xan
Hit a lick stuff the knots in my pants
Bad bitch I'ma fly her to France
Remember I was runnin' off with them grams

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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit 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 bitch you a lame
Ain't shit change
Too many chains
She wanna f*ck for the fame
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Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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