FAMOUS. lyrics

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous

[Verse 1]
Good Jesus
I’m working, no time for cheesin'
Down bad, she was whipping that Nissan
That fame make a b*tch do treason
No P's and Q’s just even, heathen
Put it on me man, me man
You ain't heard it from me man
She was riding that wave got sea sick
Better find yourself good Jesus
Put my best foot forth
Came back packing that force
Jevvy, you the best of course
She on the internet making moves, showed her ass on all fours
I'm richеr than the middle man
n*gga went gold likе I'm Trinadad
Veterans getting outrapped by the undergrad
Getting out of hand, sh*t is getting outrageous
Down bad, she be looking fine, she be looking like (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous
[Verse 2]
And you know I'm coming back with the heat
Death to the beat pass it to me
I'ma show you how to merc these hittas
Can’t fall for the trick, fall for the b*tch
Calling my phone, guaranteed I’m finna drop on these b*tches
This money really ain't that long
Still she gon’ drop that ass down on all fours
Of course, of course, n*gga, put in that work
Still tryna make a couple bands fisher
n*gga still gotta pay the rent due on first
n*gga still tryna f*ck the whole game for sure
Still tryna make the ends meet for sure
Still she gon' drop that ass down for sir, grr

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous, whoo!