Fuck Fame
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh
Swear swear
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh
Yeah yeah
Emkay
These bitches get nasty
For a lil' bit of change
But I can't blame 'em
They maintain
I get the bag and it ease my pain
Dolce clothes beneath my chains
I hope you choosing recruiting them shooters
Cause we been told that he can't aim
I heard the Mexicans askin' them questions
I'm like "Shh, we can't name"
Why you put eighty on a watch?
Fuck fame
I like how that Rollie fit on my veins
These niggas hatin' till I upgrade
New lambo shit on y'all lames
Oh you been savin' a thot okay
I'm keeping these hoes from out my face
I just been savin' the guap okay
Cause Savin' these hoes is not my place
I'm on a bag mission uh uh
Walk in this bitch with a milli,
I'm feelin' like jackpot
I'm in the kitchen with scripts,
It was me and No Soda
He was whipping that crack pot
Why you lil' niggas on the bottom?
I'm NBA ballin'
I don't need no mascot
Matter fact, take my trash out
Ayy, ho got ass shots
Trackhawk disappoint you,
I got points like ask the last cop
Hella wasn't in that joint tryna prove no points
He was loadin' up Cash App
Meanwhile yall going broke,
These niggas is jokes
These niggas been assed out
I ain't gotta mention my stash house
Uh I took a major loss
I was just playing my role you know how it go
Hmm
I played the boss
Diamonds like tic-tac-toe I can mismatch clothes hmm
I paid the cost
They like to stalk
When I'm at the vault
Cause they wanna know how I saved it all
Fuck it, you know I get paid to talk
These bitches get nasty
For a lil' bit of change
But I can't blame 'em
They maintain
I get the bag and it ease my pain
Dolce clothes beneath my chains
I hope you choosing recruiting them shooters
Cause we been told that he can't aim
I heard the Mexicans askin' them questions
I'm like, "shh, we can't name"
Why you put eighty on a watch?
Fuck fame
I like how that Rollie fit on my veins
These niggas hatin' till I upgrade
New lamb, shit on y'all lames
Oh you been savin' a thot okay
I'm keeping these hoes from out my face
I just been savin' the guap okay
Cause savin' these hoes is not my place
I'm on a bag mission
I'm in the kitchen with scripts,
It was me and No Soda
He was whipping that crack pot
Why you lil' niggas on the bottom?
I'm NBA ballin'
I don't need no mascot
Matter fact, take my trash out
Uh uh uh uh uh
Swear swear
Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh
Yeah yeah
Emkay
These bitches get nasty
For a lil' bit of change
But I can't blame 'em
They maintain
I get the bag and it ease my pain
Dolce clothes beneath my chains
I hope you choosing recruiting them shooters
Cause we been told that he can't aim
I heard the Mexicans askin' them questions
I'm like "Shh, we can't name"
Why you put eighty on a watch?
Fuck fame
I like how that Rollie fit on my veins
These niggas hatin' till I upgrade
New lambo shit on y'all lames
Oh you been savin' a thot okay
I'm keeping these hoes from out my face
I just been savin' the guap okay
Cause Savin' these hoes is not my place
I'm on a bag mission uh uh
Walk in this bitch with a milli,
I'm feelin' like jackpot
I'm in the kitchen with scripts,
It was me and No Soda
He was whipping that crack pot
Why you lil' niggas on the bottom?
I'm NBA ballin'
I don't need no mascot
Matter fact, take my trash out
Ayy, ho got ass shots
Trackhawk disappoint you,
I got points like ask the last cop
Hella wasn't in that joint tryna prove no points
He was loadin' up Cash App
Meanwhile yall going broke,
These niggas is jokes
These niggas been assed out
I ain't gotta mention my stash house
Uh I took a major loss
I was just playing my role you know how it go
Hmm
I played the boss
Diamonds like tic-tac-toe I can mismatch clothes hmm
I paid the cost
They like to stalk
When I'm at the vault
Cause they wanna know how I saved it all
Fuck it, you know I get paid to talk
These bitches get nasty
For a lil' bit of change
But I can't blame 'em
They maintain
I get the bag and it ease my pain
Dolce clothes beneath my chains
I hope you choosing recruiting them shooters
Cause we been told that he can't aim
I heard the Mexicans askin' them questions
I'm like, "shh, we can't name"
Why you put eighty on a watch?
Fuck fame
I like how that Rollie fit on my veins
These niggas hatin' till I upgrade
New lamb, shit on y'all lames
Oh you been savin' a thot okay
I'm keeping these hoes from out my face
I just been savin' the guap okay
Cause savin' these hoes is not my place
I'm on a bag mission
I'm in the kitchen with scripts,
It was me and No Soda
He was whipping that crack pot
Why you lil' niggas on the bottom?
I'm NBA ballin'
I don't need no mascot
Matter fact, take my trash out
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Writer(s): Mark Laepple, Sade Johnson
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