f*ck All The Fame lyrics

Think I just gave up on a n*gga that don’t understand it when I say I’m down to be chased
b*tch, you thought I was easy you thought I was finna be branded for you in a day?
I am no Barbie, no Bratz, no you can’t just dress me up and I do not do well in a case
I am no wifey, no hubby, no bubby, so buddy you better just stay in your lane

I’m not jester, no I’m not a clown
Thought you was up but baby boy you down
Thought I was freaky free, but how that sound?
Even with money I’m standing my ground

They call me Rose Real Made Ruler
You could be cool, b*tch, I’m cooler
No april fools n*gga I fooled ya
Saying “gone head baby boy pull up.”

You lucky you ain't in a ditch
For cheating and being a b*tch
I’m hopin yo mommy is coo
Cause you just got bodied and bruised
Don’t give a f*ck bout a c*m & go dude
I just need me a real comical dude
I just want money, and peace
f*ck all the fame
b*tch you would die to be me

Oh, damn, I don’t think they ready
Nah

Said, I would go back to a di*k back when, but I don’t love these n*ggas and that is the truth
f*cking for sport while I cook in the booth
f*cking for clout but I’d rather be prude
f*cking for money with all of the homies “I’m only this good for the peso and benzo’s”
Looser than oversize sweaters thats bigger than me but be woren out by b*tches like lizzo

And I dont give a f*ck bout a n*gga that think he the sh*t , but he really full of manure
You thought you was hype but really a bore
You thought you was up but really a snore
You thought you was eating but b*tch you bulimic
And I will get cold on a b*tch who anemic
I will start rocking this b*tch to be sea sick
Like get off my ship b*tch you know the reason

Okay, I think I feel better now I just had to get that sh*t out. Damn, hm … did I go too hard? Maybe? Yeah, b*tch