Always in the cut so I get it right back
You know she with me , she keeping a Mac ,
I’m of the xans I popped up 220 ,
I hit the studio i go 9 to 5 bitch you know it’s my job ,
And You know it’s a slap,
I’m looking at myself don’t ask me bout somebody else
He say he be mad but we paid off his rents
Don’t tell me bout that boy we paid all his debts
He really a Broke Boy but he acting all rich
I’m finna be a tutor I got a lot to teach
I got me too much fame and I got me all rich
Niggas ain’t eating they blaming on fasting
Prada on me got me dancing with the devil ,
Yeah for real
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I got me too much Fame (mmmhh)
For real ,
niggas ain’t eating they blaming on fasting
Prada on me having lunch with the Devil,
Drip harder I’m a Captain of the ship bitch we ain’t sinking
Had sex with that bitch ,
Hit her from the ..
thought I’d say back ,
From the side , I’m holding her hair ,Other hand on her thighs ,
It’s Moons worldwide bitch I’m Christopher
got a thing for that body she fucks with my mind,
Too Much Fame
Too Much whaa??
To many times had to bring these niggas right back to me
Baby to perfect she straight from the Heavens fuck a factory
At the top of the pyramid please don’t rap to me
Cartier lenses on
my vision is So blinding
Been in gutter for too long , now we striving and it’s perfect timing
I say look at it
Jeff Hardy on this shit I be all about jumping