CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Famous 2
[Intro]
(Woo, woo)
(Woo, woo)
[Verse]
If it's 'bout money, I'm fluent
I just been worried 'bout my kids, uh, I just been cooling
No, I ain't ever tryna make amends, that's what they want from me
She wanna tie together loose ends, girl, get the fuck from me (Me)
If I didn't do it, then you did
Codeine crazy, Top Kid Hendrix, huh
My shooter’ll give you maintenance
That hatin’ shit’ll fix it
Can't remember what her name is
Couldn't even remember I was famous
Gettin' money in the foreign, Top Kid important
Top Kid in the Forbes, Top Kid on Forbes list
We gettin' money, of course
Mr. clean the block like chores, bitch
How in the fuck did you leave, baby?
That ain't doin' nothing for us
Top Kid sing the chorus, baby
Only in tree, florists
I'm getting money on me, boy
I feel like NBA, now I'm scorin', huh
In a DeLorean, she wanna fuck in a foreign
I'm still smokin' on dope
Don't run off when I'm supposed to
That be the shit that I'm on
Come here, nigga, I'll coach you
Coach, we gotta getcha goin', uh
Babygirl, do I know you?
He be cappin' on pro tools
You don't love me, I'm so loose
Get off the lean, no Grey Goose
Niggas be hating, it's cool, nigga, it's cool
Bitches be hating, it's cool, bitch, it's cool
Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true
Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true
Yeah, it's true
(Woo, woo)
(Woo, woo)
[Verse]
If it's 'bout money, I'm fluent
I just been worried 'bout my kids, uh, I just been cooling
No, I ain't ever tryna make amends, that's what they want from me
She wanna tie together loose ends, girl, get the fuck from me (Me)
If I didn't do it, then you did
Codeine crazy, Top Kid Hendrix, huh
My shooter’ll give you maintenance
That hatin’ shit’ll fix it
Can't remember what her name is
Couldn't even remember I was famous
Gettin' money in the foreign, Top Kid important
Top Kid in the Forbes, Top Kid on Forbes list
We gettin' money, of course
Mr. clean the block like chores, bitch
How in the fuck did you leave, baby?
That ain't doin' nothing for us
Top Kid sing the chorus, baby
Only in tree, florists
I'm getting money on me, boy
I feel like NBA, now I'm scorin', huh
In a DeLorean, she wanna fuck in a foreign
I'm still smokin' on dope
Don't run off when I'm supposed to
That be the shit that I'm on
Come here, nigga, I'll coach you
Coach, we gotta getcha goin', uh
Babygirl, do I know you?
He be cappin' on pro tools
You don't love me, I'm so loose
Get off the lean, no Grey Goose
Niggas be hating, it's cool, nigga, it's cool
Bitches be hating, it's cool, bitch, it's cool
Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true
Bitches be hating, it's true, yeah, it's true
Yeah, it's true
