F**k Fame, Pt. 2 (feat. Lola Brooke)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, swirl, swirl, uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

These bitches get nasty for a lil' bit of change, but I can't blame if they maintain

I get the bag and it ease my pain, Dolce clothes beneath my chain

I hope you choosin', recruitin' the shooters, we been told that he can't aim

I heard the Mexican askin' the questions, I'm like, "Shhh", we can't name

Why you put eighty on a watch? Fuck fame, I like how that Rollie fit on my vein

These **** hatin' till I upgrade, new Lambo', shit on y'all lames

Oh, you been savin' a thot, okay, keepin' these hoes from out my face

I just been savin' the gwap, okay, 'cause savin' these hoes is not my place

I'm on a bag mission, um, 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 whippin' that crack pot

Why you lil' **** on the bottom, I'm NBA ballin', I don't need no mascot

Matter fact, take my trash out, aye, hoes 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 CashApp

Meanwhile y'all goin' broke, these **** is jokes, these **** been assed out

I ain't gotta mention my stash house, uh

I took a major loss, I was just playin' my role, you know how it go, hmm, I played the boss

Diamonds like tic-tac-toe, I can mix match clothes, I paid the cost

They like to stalk while 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 if they maintain

I get the bag and it ease my pain, Dolce clothes beneath my chain

I hope you choosin', recruitin' the shooters, we been told that he can't aim

I heard the Mexican askin' the questions, I'm like, "Shhh", we can't name

Why you put eighty on a watch? Fuck fame, I like how that Rollie fit on my vein

These **** hatin' till I upgrade, new Lambo', shit on y'all lames

Oh, you been savin' a thot, okay, keepin' these hoes from out my face

I just been savin' the gwap, okay, 'cause savin' these hoes is not my place

Set the tone, pay the cost, they wanna know how a gator talk

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Too grown for the baby talk

Rough bitch with a lady walk

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Celebratin' when I pop the Ace, you know I ain't got time today, and thats ya problem, bae

Open ya mouth when you conversate, they wanna hear they name drop on my album date

Uh

Don't be oopid, money stupid

Spend racks, thats just how I do it, that's just how I move it

In the beginnin' they wanna learn how I use it

Get down, grrah, stop the music

Ain't givin' no wap for a diamond plate

Nah-ah, that's not how I got fame

Broke bitch, that's not how I ovulate

Papa, I need my nanni ate

They say they all a star till a star came around

Got a billboard on my wall, you need sparks to take it down

Just woke up to a crazy text

For a check, I be comin' up, too busy for sex

Bust down on the wrist and the chain is next

Sky you know we get paid to flex

These bitches get nasty for a lil' bit of change, but I can't blame if they maintain

I get the bag and it ease my pain, Dolce clothes beneath my chain

I hope you choosin', recruitin' the shooters, we been told that he can't aim

I heard the Mexican askin' the questions, I'm like, "Shhh", we can't name

Why you put eighty on a watch? Fuck fame, I like how that Rollie fit on my vein

These **** hatin' till I upgrade, new Lambo', shit on y'all lames

Oh, you been savin' a thot, okay, keepin' these hoes from out my face

I just been savin' the gwap, okay, 'cause savin' these hoes is not my place

Im on a bag mission Um, uh

Walk in this bitch with a Millie I'm feelin' like jackpot

I'm in the kitchen with scripts It was me and No soda, he was whippin' that crack pot

Why you lil **** on the bottom, Im NBA ballin' ion need no mascot!!

Matter fact take my trash out (