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Famous
02:44
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I never worked a 9 to 5
Never punched a clock
No Hickory Dock
My eyes always been on the prize
No lie
I raise my price
I deserve this life
I aint talking bout no John when I say I feel like I’m a Legend
Tell your bitch she better run
Feel like Sha’Carri, you coming in second
Blessing the beat like a reverend
I'm the new Armageddon
Killing all these bitches somebody go and get the paramedics
I done worked too hard on these bitches
I done worked too hard for these riches
How the fuck you talking down but you need a cue card for your lyrics
So fly they calling me Spirit
Might Die if you fuck with my business
My ride the windows is tinted
My niggas with it
Bitch is you kidding
Famous
I been working so hard just to be
Famous
This is it
I feel like a star, I’m…
Famous
I made it this far, now I’m
Famous
Famous
Killing bitches like a plan B
But I ain’t never had a plan B
I was aiming for the ceiling
Fell down stuck the landing
Calling plays, Peyton Manning
I ain't talking mathematics
But imma make it by any means
Praying for all my enemies
Your nigga straight but he into me
Everytime ya’ll fuckin
He got chrome in his memory
Shoot my shot like I’m Yao Ming
Ice on my wrist, it go bling bling
I told my mama that I’m famous
She said “I knew God was listening”
Famous
I been working so hard just to be
Famous
This is it
I feel like a star, I’m…
Famous
I made it this far, I’m
Famous
Famous
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To The Money
01:51
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I been killing bitches I been putting them to rest
Teaching all these niggas and baby you ain’t pass your test
Niggas think they fly but they ain’t even left the nest
Chrome he a witch he come from the Wicked West
I need a check
No I need some neck
I call the plays bitch I’m Michael Vick
You will get tazed if you touch my bitch
Ain’t talking Lays but I’m stacking my chips
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
You know my favorite thing is Yen and Pesos
Body looking like a Van Gogh
In Versace robes
They always ask where I get my clothes
I tell them “don’t ask if you broke”
I met a scammer in Atlanta he would buy me dinner
His wrist like Winter in December gave me gifts like Santa
I told him nigga you a winner this ain't for beginners
All about the green nigga call me Master Splinter
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Before you eat the cake you gotta come make a wish
Got him tongue-tied now he talking with a lisp
He got a big Cannon so I said I’ll call you Nick
This kitty talk back, boy you better make it hiss
I’m laughing to the bank cause all you broke bitches look funny
I’m the sickest nigga pardon me if I rub on my tummy
If chrome on the track it's a wrap just like them things on a mummy
Now let me show u how a bad bitch get to the money
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