Hall of Fame lyrics

[Intro]
Who do you think you f*cking with, man? (Yeah, uh-huh)
I'm Tony Montana (Yeah, uh-huh)
You f*ck with me, you f*cking with the best
If I retire right now, I'ma go straight to the hall of fame (Yeah)
Only think he heard was— and seen that sparkin' flame
Once you in that room, it ain't no talkin', gang (It ain't no talkin' gang)
FN in my hand, my lil' man, I call him Marlon Wayans (I call him Marlon Wayans)
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse]
Yeah, you know I stayed on the same team, just call me Tim Duncan (Uh-huh)
Grown men ridin' n*ggas' waves, we call that di*k suckin' (We call that di*k suckin')
Lil' broski knock sh*t out the park, I call him Babe Ruth (Babe Ruth)
The cop said, "What's your name?" I told him, "F-U-C-K you" (f*ck you)
A n*gga touch my chain, I'm goin' to jail, y'all gon' be missin' me (Y'all gon' be missin' me)
A n*gga touch my chain, he feel that flame, you gotta be sh*ttin' me (You gotta be sh*ttin' me)
I been on that road, I'm out of town, I'm runnin' money up (I'm runnin' money up)
Please don't call my phone, ain't 'bout no cash, sh*t, what the f*ck is up? (Yeah, what the f*ck is up?)
We do not believe that sh*t you said, yeah, 'cause that's cap rap (Yeah, you got cap in your rap)
We some real shottas, yeah, I'm Wayne while Tobi Mad Max (Yeah, Wayne and Mad Max)
I'ma chase this money until I die, yeah, 'cause I need that sh*t (Yeah, I need that sh*t)
Label told me sign for a hundred racks, I told 'em, "Keep that sh*t" (Do you f*ckin' see my wrist?)
n*ggas in they feelings, go get some money, you on some sucker sh*t (You on some sucker sh*t)
I been gettin' bags on top of bags, I'm on some other sh*t (I'm on some other sh*t)
Chase the money first, don't chase b*tches, I'm tryna school you n*ggas (I'm tryna school you, n*gga)
I been in the trap since 2 Chainz was wearin' True Religion (Yeah, way back)
I'ma try to chase this n*gga down 'cause I don't like to miss 'em (Yeah, I don't like to miss 'em)
I done been in Rolls, Lamb' trucks, and all type of sh*t (All type of sh*t)
Oh, you want some money? Me too, I like the sound of that (Yeah, I'm likin' it)
I'm 'bout to go to Shine, give 'em my wrist and bring a fountain back (Yeah, come on)
This like thirty racks in all blues, yeah, I'm a big shot (Yeah, I'm a big shot)
I done really spinned on n*ggas' blocks and let my clip drop (Let my clip drop)
n*ggas killed your brother, you ain't dropped sh*t but a f*ckin' tape (You ain't dropped sh*t but a f*ckin' tape)
It ain't 'bout no cash, don't wanna talk, get out my f*ckin' face (Get out my f*ckin' face)
Used to be an angel, he caught a body, he a savage now (He a savage now)
n*ggas goin' broke, they need them bank loans to come back around
[Outro]
They need them bank loans to come around
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
If I retire right now, I'ma go straight to the hall of fame (Yeah)
Only think he heard was— and seen that sparkin' flame
Once you in that room, it ain't no talkin', gang (It ain't no talkin', gang)
FN in my hand, my lil' man, I call him Marlon Wayans (I call him Marlon Wayans)
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh