See You When I'm Famous (feat. AzChike & Too $hort) - Bonus Track

Yeah, we some real players, mayne, you know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter if we famous or not
But you better hope I don't come up
'Cause I'm gonna shit on you

Bitch I got a bitch for a bitch (for a bitch)
Her name Tanya (her name Tanya) Nigga, what the f*ck is that?
I rock designer
(I rock designer) Hey, fake-ass nigga (fake nigga)
You made in China (made in China), and please don't touch that shit
You ain't gon' buy it I be wiggin', I be trippin'
Dirty hoes doin' my dishes (they doin' my dishes) I don't bang
I let the hunnids do the trickin' (do the trickin') Percolatin'
Bitch, the Perc' got me itchin' (it got me itchin') Only took a gram
But the sugar got me trippin' (got me) Keep it kosher

This the Glock or the poker? (Or the poker?)
Put the plug on hold and pull a Glock out this holster (out this Holster)
Sharp shooters (sharp shooters) knock a chip off your
Shoulder I been fuckin' on your mom
That pussy good 'cause she older, yeah, look, see you when I'm famous bitch
I'ma be on (be on) You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (Be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch
I'ma be on (yeah) You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone

Yeah, in the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah) In the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah) In the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it, hit your bitch at 3 A.M
And nigga, she still wit' it, yeah, yeah

Nigga, yeah, she slid wit' it (she slid wit' it)
'Cause she heard I had a million-dollar crib wit' it
(Million-dollar crib wit' it)
Sent her ugly friend home and I still hit it
(I still hit it) She was hella cool
She was hella chill wit' it (she nice) Yeah, she said,
"I ain't your average fellow", got this stick like Donatello
On my way to busy fellow, in your section with the Henny bottle
Ran some And my only competition is my grandmama's grandson
Yeah look, see you when I'm famous, bitch
I'ma be on (be on) You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch
I'ma be on (yeah) You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
Yeah, in the hills wit' her,
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah), in the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah) In the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it, hit your bitch at 3 A.M
And nigga, she still wit' it, do a whole lotta fuckin' for a little
Bit of change (broke bitch) If you do what I say and listen to the game
You could ride like this all day (all day) And when I'm all in
Your face, you could still get a taste Let these motherfuckers know
Who you f*ck with (the $hort dawg) Wipe it up and swallow that nut
Bitch (bitch), if you my chick
You gotta suck dick (suck it bitch), and miss me with that kissin'
All that love shit (you know what it is), I'm just tryna have a
Little fun quick You countin' up the money, what you come with?
(What you got, bitch?) Bring it to the table

You could eat somethin' If you a broke bitch, you can't get nothin' bitch
Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch
I'ma be on (be on), you finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch,
I'ma be on (yeah), you finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone
Yeah, in the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah) In the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah) In the hills wit' her
You gon' have to deal wit' it Hit your bitch at 3 A.M
And nigga, she still wit' it (she still wit' it)
Holler at your boy



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Terrence Hackett
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