マイ・バディ
Give me that fame, give me that money.
Got no shame for these dummies.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
It's my game, don't act funny.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
It's payback for shit you pulled way back,
Playback to when I got played, man.
I saved that just to keep the pain painless,
Now my middle finger's up in the air while I raise that.
Shit's changing like a fucking rude awaken,
No more playing, no more undertaking.
Can you hear the articulation?
Are these words getting through to you inside of your head, maybe?
Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum,
How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?
You can't take these from under my thumb,
This rap game ain't leaving till I'm outdone.
Run, run, you don't want none, punk,
Jump, jump when I'm right out front.
P-Pop that trunk, what? Here I come, duck,
Better check yourself 'fore you come up here, chump.
It's one for the haters all across the globe.
Two for the labels trying to stop the show.
Three for the homies trying to take the throne.
Get ready, set, let's go.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Oh no, look who's 'bout to go loco,
No more being scared of these bozos.
Told you that I'm all about mo' dough,
Popos even bump my shit, so don't.
Yo bro, give a fuck about your hoes,
Show no fear just so you don't know.
Row-row-row your boat, don't go slow,
I'm so close, as square as dojos.
I was born and raised right in Soco,
With some crazy-ass motherfucking mofos.
Get up off my fucking shoulders,
I'm spitting that shit, ain't nobody gon' hold me.
Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers?
I ain't even got to, I told you.
You can't say hold on,
Bring all the faggot-ass foes on.
It's one for the haters all across the globe.
Two for the labels trying to stop the show.
Three for the homies trying to take the throne.
Get ready, set, let's go.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This is my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Watch me while they all say "OMG!"
I'm not a criminal, just the one behind the seat,
Arrested just for flowing on the beat.
Look what these people made me out to be!
They don't know what it's like to be me!
Go get 'em, dawg, let them know "it's over, G",
Ooh-wee, money over everything.
Oh, goddamn, you almost got me there, that was a close one.
I know you want me, but you can't get me, bitch-ass faggot!
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
Got no shame for these dummies.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Fucking bitch, you're my little bitch.
Little fucking doggy.
I got you on the fucking leash, you little bitch.
Hahaha, yee, nah-nah, it's not over yet, bitch.
Got no shame for these dummies.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
It's my game, don't act funny.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
It's payback for shit you pulled way back,
Playback to when I got played, man.
I saved that just to keep the pain painless,
Now my middle finger's up in the air while I raise that.
Shit's changing like a fucking rude awaken,
No more playing, no more undertaking.
Can you hear the articulation?
Are these words getting through to you inside of your head, maybe?
Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum,
How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?
You can't take these from under my thumb,
This rap game ain't leaving till I'm outdone.
Run, run, you don't want none, punk,
Jump, jump when I'm right out front.
P-Pop that trunk, what? Here I come, duck,
Better check yourself 'fore you come up here, chump.
It's one for the haters all across the globe.
Two for the labels trying to stop the show.
Three for the homies trying to take the throne.
Get ready, set, let's go.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Oh no, look who's 'bout to go loco,
No more being scared of these bozos.
Told you that I'm all about mo' dough,
Popos even bump my shit, so don't.
Yo bro, give a fuck about your hoes,
Show no fear just so you don't know.
Row-row-row your boat, don't go slow,
I'm so close, as square as dojos.
I was born and raised right in Soco,
With some crazy-ass motherfucking mofos.
Get up off my fucking shoulders,
I'm spitting that shit, ain't nobody gon' hold me.
Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers?
I ain't even got to, I told you.
You can't say hold on,
Bring all the faggot-ass foes on.
It's one for the haters all across the globe.
Two for the labels trying to stop the show.
Three for the homies trying to take the throne.
Get ready, set, let's go.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This is my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Watch me while they all say "OMG!"
I'm not a criminal, just the one behind the seat,
Arrested just for flowing on the beat.
Look what these people made me out to be!
They don't know what it's like to be me!
Go get 'em, dawg, let them know "it's over, G",
Ooh-wee, money over everything.
Oh, goddamn, you almost got me there, that was a close one.
I know you want me, but you can't get me, bitch-ass faggot!
Give me that fame, give me that money.
I got no shame for these dummies.
Out of my way, you ain't my buddy.
You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
Got no shame for these dummies.
Give me that fame, give me that money.
This my game, don't act funny.
Call me insane? That's right, buddy.
It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy.
Fucking bitch, you're my little bitch.
Little fucking doggy.
I got you on the fucking leash, you little bitch.
Hahaha, yee, nah-nah, it's not over yet, bitch.
Credits
Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, Arina Chloe, Alexander Erlichman, Jim Lee Milner, Tye Charles Gaddis, James Kloeppel
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