Rich The Kid, Famous Dex, Jay Critch – Where’s Dexter

Lyrics Where’s Dexter – Rich The Kid, Famous Dex, Jay Critch

She wanna hang with Rich Forever
She’s texting her friends like Where’s Dexter
I’m f**king this b**ch, but her n**ga jealous
She look at my wrist, that’s a Richard Millie
Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain’t doing it no more
Baby got good brain, where is your throat
I got money, yeah, this s**t on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I’ll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and I’m taking his nose off
She give me good brain, I hope I don’t doze off
Baby, you look good, better with your clothes off
They taking these pictures with me, but, I don’t know y’all
Looking at Rich, bro, you’re a show off
Can’t hang with no goofies, ’cause n**gas be so soft

Aye, I drop a six, then doze off
Don’t kick it with n**gas, I don’t know y’all
F**king all night off a Adderall
Dex dropped 150 on new teeth
The way she suck the d!ck with the technique
Tryna book a show, that’s a Patek Phillipe
I might walk through for 150 at least
Ooh, purple Molly
She gon’ lick it off her body
Tell her, Bust it open, let the ..
Never seen Rihanna, but my wrist Rocky

Give her my wrist, flooded
They keep talking, like Show me some money
He say he havin’ it, we know he’s frontin’
Baddie, and she let me it all in her tummy
She let me all in her rib cage
Straight off the block, to the ..
He try to play, then he’s insane
I got more chops than a Sensei
You know Hood Fav’, I been paid
Two baddies, tryna see what her friends say
I can’t f**k with you n**gas, you in the way
And my cup full of juice, like it’s Minute Maid

Me in all black in a foreign
The big body roaring, it look like T-Rex
They need to put it to rest
Why they talking to me if it’s not ’bout a check
Louis on me when I’m chilling
A n**ga still fly, I ain’t gotta get dressed
Bag on me, I’m fully invested
F**k with shorty, she’s good with the sex

She wanna hang with Rich Forever
She’s texting her friends like Where’s Dexter
I’m f**king this b**ch, but her n**ga jealous
She look at my wrist, that’s a Richard Millie
Remember them days, was broke, was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain’t doing it no more
Baby got good brain, where is your throat
I got money, yeah, this s**t on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows, I’ll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and I’m taking his nose off
She give me good brain, I hope I don’t doze off
Baby, you look good, better with your clothes off
They taking these pictures with me, but, I don’t know y’all
Looking at Rich, bro, you’re a show off
Can’t hang with no goofies, ’cause n**gas be so soft…

➤ Written by Rich The Kid, Jay Critch, Famous Dex, 8luredd & Cassius Clay
Album: Rich Forever 5
Produced by Cassius Clay & 8luredd
Rich The Kid | Famous Dex | Jay Critch | 2023

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