Maaly Raw - For The Fame lyrics

[Intro: Phat Geez] Woah, woah, woah, woah, x3 Oh sh**, you be fronting with them b**hes huh? You that lame a** n***a that was commenting on my pics huh? (oh that was your lame a**?) You thought you was the sh** huh? Gonna cop that old a** outtie n***a we pushin that S7 huh [Verse 1: Phat Geez] Codeine sippin me and my n***as we winning You ain't hear sh** yet ,my n***a this the beginning I'm flooded with women, one hell of a gentleman Look at my pockets they flooded with Benjamins I don't talk to no middle men My n***as flood the block so it's coming in My youngins hug the block puttin' doubles in I got a couple hittas that ain't doin' no rumbling Throw 30 out that ladder watch his body start crumbling Me and my n***as want all the money, f** all the fame You rappers some rookies, my n***as ballin' hall of fame This for the times we was busting jugs in the rain And all my real trappers yeah I know yall feel the pain [Hook: Phat Geez] Hold up You that n***a that was snitching huh? You that n***a on the gram liking pictures huh? And I told you that I hit it huh, you gon' go back and you told her that I hit it huh [Chorus: Phat Geez] My n***as they 'bout it, gotta problem, we gon' ride out My n***a we slidin', Glock 40 start the choppin' Somebody they dyin', you n***as acting like yall trappin' Them n***as be lyin', and you ain't never in ya hood Them n***as be hidin' The block poppin' neighbors watchin' they callin the cops x4 [Verse 2: DB Capo] I caught everything but Charli to Sundy Carter They was old and I was young so now I f** they daughter At the same damn time just so I go harder Have em' both callin' me daddy like I'm they father Known to get plenty money, guess that's why them chicks chasin' Since a kid been ballin' like the boy Jason Everybody claim the hittas but them boys fakin' Only throws caps in the air like graduation I'm really living good, Yall use good imagination Don't like me cause I'm co*ky, that's intimidation Ya queen ride me like a Bronco understatement Afterwards I let my man in we call her Peyton Work we take it the long way, no catta, whipping the white 'til the pan cake, no batter f** me just to make you mad she so scattered f** me just to have rich s** I'm so flattered Fast money, fast cars, and fast b**hes Ralph Simmons, Louboutins, on me the blood drippin' Never catch me in the hood slippin' like transmission Drum hold 20 and 20 like good vision, We them foreign boy them whips be on some other sh**, and we getting dumb fried Higher than a mother, sh** Everywhere we go strapped, glizzy got the rubber grip Disrespect the team that'll get ya baby brother hit [Chorus]