f*ck Da Fame lyrics

Not your b*tch ass n*gga

Natas...b*tch it ain't what you think
Ain't for your ho ass anyway

Young millionaire on top of the world
I don't give a f*ck, I lost my girl
I f*cked all her friends 'cause I'm cut like that
Esham's back with the murder rap
I didn't give a f*ck about the n*gga that popped me
Y'all n*ggas want me dead but y'all still can't stop me
I'm saying f*ck the world, n*gga f*ck what you heard
I don't need this bullsh*t I can buy me a bird
Flip a key to a G is all about money
In the D-E-T ain't sh*t funny
I would murder your ass if I get the chance
I could give a f*ck less if your b*tch don't dance
n*gga I get money all goddamn day
So what the f*ck a n*gga like you gon' say
Ain't no love and this sh*t is like a goddamn game
'Cause I'm all about cash flow, punk assho'

f*ck the fame....

I hate the way you kiss a n*gga di*k when you see me
I think deep down inside yo' ho ass wanna be me
I got no time for you b*tches playing these ho ass games
If you f*ck or make love b*tch it's all the same
f*ck a ho and her mama I ain't got no time
No need to be lyin' b*tch you ain't mine
See b*tch, I know a n*gga you f*ck and I hate
So you could never set me up and make murder my fate
Money make a n*gga suffer even though I got dough
It make a n*gga never know, you see I'll never know
About you ho ass n*ggas that be plottin' to kill me
Jealousy is in your eyes and you still can't feel me
Ho ass joint worker, never bought an 'O'
You looking at a millionaire and b*tch you don't know
You 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
With the presidential Rolex on my hand
f*ck the fame....

Only famous mother f*ckers that I know in the pen
And they was even more famous before they went in
Young n*ggas getting money straight puttin in work
All the sh*t I been through make you go to church
n*gga f*ck that sh*t you talkin' 'bout
If you can't back it up, best to walk it out
I'm from the east side n*gga off Mack and Chene
Where n*ggas don't give a f*ck about no fame
I was raised in the hood where crime pays
Where n*ggas get checked for their Cartiers
n*gga run that sh*t, ho give that here
And this type of sh*t happen every year
So that's why I'm all about my mail man
'Cause n*ggas want to see me in jail man
f*ck the fame, and n*ggas I ain't sayin' no names
But you ho ass n*ggas ain't got no game
f*ck the fame

f*ck the fame....

And f*ck you, ride along wit it
I'm infamous out here on these hoes
You ain't know
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By no way, shape or form am I famous out here
I'm infamous out here on you hoes
And I know you know, you only famous when you dead, b*tch