[Intro] You gon' have to kill me for me to stop gettin' it, feel me? Straight up God! Finally famous, nigga Paper chasers, G.O.O.D My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D I'mma just keep countin' I look up Okay
[Hook] I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards Gettin' head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles But she ain't come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis
[Verse 1] It's so fuckin' hard to have manners since I bought a manor I never take off, I just take off her panties To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies Bitch I ain't playin' no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it's Kobe the beef and it's shrimp ravioli Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it's so straight Then I double it up like I cloned it! My homie called me like "Sean Don, look You know I got a girl, like you, so you know this one's off the books But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?" Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook I'm back in this bitch like I'm parallel parkin' (swerve swerve) Get hit with that 18, what's that? Bitch it's two 9's, that's parallel sparkin' I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin' To you they the stars but to me they a target She said that I'm fine and I say that I'm gorgeous I'm livin' so lawless, I promise We just landed, Bora Bora Champagne, I pour, I pour Model girls, old Kimora Fuck more or less, it's more or more I'm stackin' paper, safe to say drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door Face to face, Hennessy, case to case Day to day, I paper chase, amazin' grace I've been plottin' since '86, and I was born in '88 So what the fuck that make me? A young visionary My secretary finna be a millionare Imma call her military Finally Famous militarian, I rep that, that 'Till I hit the cemetery And I'm way too skinny for jail, ho So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho I'm collectin' this change like I live in a well Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves So now I'm presidential, my life, presidential, my wife Residential, the lake, presidential estates Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day But that's a fuckin' presidential debate Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo Trick, Eminem, Royce Team East Side, K-Dizzle Dusty, Ro' Spit and the rest of them niggas 'Till we come together, we all ain't gon' get it We run the city!
[Interlude] Man, free my dog Juan, man, straight up Lot of shit been on my mind lately, feel me?
[Verse 2] My homie talked to me like "Man why you look the way you lookin'? How you feel the way you feel When you got every architect in town Man, tryna sit and build You got every girl that's in Detroit that's hot tryna come chill Cause I just lost my nigga Doe B and a fuckin' Uncle Phil Nigga, Ye layed the Blueprint So I need hundred dollar bills, new print Hangin' from my family tree, I'm a nuisance, millionaire Fuck your two cents, you ain't do shit I'm a player, baby, I be wearin' zoo print Lightin' struck like Zeus sent Sometimes, to see the bigger picture, man you gotta zoom in Sean cold, bitch where you been? Motherfucka, I've been great This for the fans that say they love the album but they fuckin' love the mixtapes For y'all, man I do whatever it takes Don't worry
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[Outro] Finally famous You little fuckin' bitch And all that I just did, all my old shit, that's practice So from here on out it's murder, nigga Oh that's who you excited, oh that's the new nigga? He's alright You ain't fuckin' with me! Waddup Key Wane! As the dynasty grows, sunshine's all we know Detroit, G.O.O.D Waddup La Flame, the homie Travi$ Scott Killin' y'all My girl the baddest, my drinks the coldest My team the realest, the trillest Finally Famous over everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
