Famous
BxSides
I'm a hustler for the money
Keep on grinding up
I don't try indulge with feelings
It's not worth enough
And trust me I've been 'round the block
I see these things
LA hoes, enticed groupies, my old bitch pop in the screen
Imma pull up in the party, dope as fuck, then she hit me up
I want your body
I wanna a chance, maybe a last dance yeah
I want your clothes, lying on the floor
Striping your soul for me
Gonna be rich
What can I do?
She knows it's just matter of time
I got the nosuckaz begging my rhyme
Atlanta's waiting, I can't lose my flight
Have a nice trip on the chest
Playing that shit as in chess yeah
Fienin cause nothing else last
Set up the mood as a threat yeah
I remember when I found you but I never treated you right, didn't loved you enough
And you keep coming for more even tho I don't care enough
I would never allow myself feel something else
But handcuffs with belt
Don't make a sound yeah
Just don't make a sound
She bite the lips, and I'm just playing 'round
I'm just playing round
Champagne is poppin', I turned it around
I turned it round
I guess I'm a famous, I guess I'm a famous now
Think I'll be better on my own
Fuck nostalgia, I'm done with the past
Step in the stage, bass drop and I'm stoned
Bxsides can't pass a piss test
I just shut down the contest
People staring me, drawing their phones and I'm flex
I'm not just smart, obsessed, stressed, requested, opressor, ain't no loser repressed
Ok I'm coming thru
I want your body
I wanna a chance, maybe a last dance yeah
I want your clothes, lying on the floor
Striping your soul for me
Gonna be rich
What can I do?
She knows it's just matter of time
I got the nosuckaz begging my rhyme
Atlanta's waiting, I can't lose my flight
Don't make a sound yeah
Just don't make a sound
She bite the lips, and I'm just playing 'round
I'm just playing round
Champagne is poppin', I turned it around
I turned it round
I guess I'm a famous, I guess I'm a famous now