Rich The Kid - Famous lyrics

[Hook: x2] Shorty say that I would never make it Now I'm sh**ting on her cause I'm famous Pulling up in Porsches and I'm racing Paper, I got paper, I got paper Young n***a I made it I'm finally famous These b**hes, they're driving me crazy They turn on the t.v They see me I'm getting the spinach The broccoli, veggies my pockets is heavy I was on the phone with Offset Takeoff, told me we was finna takeoff, takeoff Quavo told me put into the bando Whole lotta money on the table, pesos Now I pull up in the [?] And I'm sippin' on syrup Ya b**h is a bird, so I kick her to the curb The b**h got sum nerve Feels good to be rich Tryna figure out why you mad? f**ing all the b**hes that been had... I'm addicted to the money f** rehab Had to buy mama a Porsche Hot like a torch Lil n***a jumped off the porch She said I wouldn't make it But now that I'm famous I'm thanking the lord I wrecked in the Masi I switched to the Rarri He driving a Ford A rich n***a walking around with a 50 Count up when I'm bored [Hook] [Quavo:] Paper on top of paper, yea we made it All my old hoes, wanna have my baby We was hittin' licks Had the f**ing block hot Domingo hit my phone Say he bouta touchdown know his [?] was out I told em I make it rapping They thought it was funny... Then young n***a got rich Start counting blue hunnids Me and Rich flexing on a b**h Then we go to [?] Really don't know I'm thinking bout, copping a masi Yea And I want it black and white like Sylvester I'm a let you tell it What would you do for the cheddar? We moving together I know that you just a beginner 50 choppers in a sprinter My momma she told me go k** em' [Hook]