[Chorus] 'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous When that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases All your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 1] Got a mink doormat that say, "Nigga, we made it" Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist They put your name and faces when you goin' in places Then black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit Guess that's why I buy, won't invest or capitalize But expectin' to die rich, just a rich nigga mindset That's why I'm packin' up my shit, like I'm back at the mom's crib Like I'm back on my grind like, it's a nine-to-five shift 'Cause nothin' was handed to me, uh, go in and hand it to me Like I'm Puffy and Nas, since (Gimme the loot, gimme the loot) Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me I'm postponin' a family, work hard so they know what I stand for Just have 'em to Grammy me? Damn, have 'em Grammy me? Damn, just don't wanna be famous
[Chorus] 'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous When that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases Your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous
[Verse 2] Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T? Know who could smoke, no niggas please, no liquor please A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you niggas sick of me What would she do to get to me? Get off the tip of the dick of me, please Another victory, be flawless like the skin on me, please Don't compare him and me, you offendin' me This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies They concerned with breakin' hits, I'm more concerned with makin' history Loudest nigga in the room the weakest Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers This ain't a modest way of livin', I ain't hungry Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly Cash rules everything around me, get the money, funny How they got 20/20 vision but don't see a nigga vision 'til 2020? (Wow) Uh
[Chorus] 'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous When that ain't enough and black ain't enough Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases Your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin' When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous
[Outro] Woo, this some bullshit Yeah Three, three, three, two, one, cutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
