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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Darryl Damien Washington
Songwriter
Desmond A Wrinch
Songwriter
Aliandro Prawl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DDot Omen
Producer
Dauphin Amir
Producer
Ali P
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne, but you ordering cases
All your friends hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough
And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 2]
Gotta mink doormat that say **** we made it
Got all white neighbors and most of them racist
They put your name to faces when you go in them places
But black ain't enough you just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 3]
Real talk, real rap, look I can't deny shit
Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit
Guess that's why a buyer won't invest or capitalize
But expecting to die rich, just a rich **** mindset
That's why I'm packing up my shit like I'm back at the mom's crib
Like I'm back on my grind like it's a nine to five shift
'Cause nothing was handed to me, go on and hand it to me
Like I'm Puffy in '96
(Gimme the loot, gimme the loot)
Let's hope that she really for me
Most hoes couldn't handle me, I'm postponing a family
Work hard so they know what I stand for
Just have 'em Grammy me, damn, have 'em Grammy me, damn
Just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 4]
'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases
Your friends like hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backing up and Black ain't enough
And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 5]
Uh
Look at me, get what you see, envision me
Brazen chains, see Pusha T or Mr. T
No hookah smoke, no **** please, no liquor please
A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea
But never spill the tea, most of you **** sick of me
What would she do to get to me, get off the tip of the dick of me please
Another victory be flawless like the skin on me
Please don't compare him to me, you offending me
This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies
They concerned with breaking hits, I'm more concerned with making history
Loudest **** in the room the weakest
Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers
This ain't a modest way of living, I ain't hungry
Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly
Cash rules everything around me, get the money funny
How they got 2020 vision, but don't see a **** vision till 2020
Wow
[Verse 6]
'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases
Your friends like hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backing up, and black ain't enough and them checks adding up
You just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 7]
Woo
This some bullshit
Yeah
Three, three, two, one, cut
Written by: Rakim Mayers, Darryl Damien Washington, Desmond A. Wrinch, Aliandro Prawl