Borgore - Fame lyrics

[Intro] Borgore is my sugar daddy [Verse 1: Borgore] I love to wear Fendi when I'm riding Bentley I love to wear Prada when I ride your mother I got so much money don't know how to spend it Might just buy your b**h and later I just rent it Yes I love investments b**hes think that I'm investment b**hes want a monthly paycheck so they trying to get pregnant People want free bottles so they coming to my table Say they know me or someone on my label She heard that I'm a DJ she asks me to f** her Really nice tits I ask her who's her doctor ‘Cause this other girl I f**ed was insecure during a threesome Baby you are beautiful just s** me till my dick's numb f** I feel dumb just checked her on Instagram Thought she had no boyfriend but I know her boyfriend He's a good kid - b**hes have no morals b**h will drip in cum just for couple dollars [Hook: Borgore] People are fake, b**hes love fame They wanna be your friend just to mention your name Yes I love this place but I hate this city Everything is perfect nothing's really pretty [Verse 2: Borgore] I got your b**h tiptoeing on my yacht deck You think she loves you but she f**s me behind your back Just being smart gotta take care of her babies I'll be blowing hundreds while you sweat for them twenties I promised that I'll call her now she wants apology But so is all the people who'd been tricked by Scientology You want apology? Here goes my apology! I'm sorry I don't give a f** but you're still in love with me It's probably my Louis V or my cool apartment I don't have a license got Mercedes cause I want it Sex full of cake b**hes wanna try it Making models swallow just to f** their c**aine diet Just f** with their dreams b**h you're not an artist Sleeping with directors doesn't make you an actress Sleeping with producers doesn't make you a singer Sleeping with big dreams - waking up a stripper [Hook]