Drumma Boy - Famous lyrics

[Verse 1: Ray J + Chris Brown] I just wanna flex on my ex I just put my name on the check n***a smokin' propane on the jet b**hes doin' c**aine on the jet f** all the hater sh**, know that you see me Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini I see you act like I ain't nobody Tryna f** a n***a high up with your issues Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you" Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place You think a n***a wanna diss you What I've been through, I got too much hard for this b**h too Damn right I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice I f** around and make another one... [Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown] Famous Make another one famous Make another one famous Oh nooo, no [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Sick of the lies b**h, just look at the time, look at it shine Yeah, knowin' I'm fine Knowin' you b**hin' to f** up my vibe, b**h, you a bum Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum Got that paper, n***a, I got the funds b**hes schemin', n***a, already knowin' Hoochie season and she already hoein' She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign She about to bring the best out of me She got the GPS, know where I'm goin' She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence Gave her that check so that b**h could get on Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless Put you in danger when I made you... [Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown] Famous Make another one famous Make another one famous Oh nooo, no [Verse 3: Ray J] b**h I'm alive, yeah I'm alive Yeah b**h, I'm alive I told you f** n***as you'll see me in time And tell all my ex b**hes just tellin' those lies I told the judge, my right hand to the sky It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy She f** me for fame, look in her eyes She was the first one to sign on the line She was the real one to plan it all out Look at the family, they walk around proud All because she had my dick in her mouth Wanna have me in bed while you f**in' your spouse Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now I got me a bada** wife, and I'm happy now, yeah [Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown] Make another one famous Make another one famous Oh nooo, no