Milla Romero feat. Montana Montana Montana & Big Fame - Famous Lyrics

Lyrics Famous - Big Fame , Montana Montana Montana , Milla Romero




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Famous
Do you really wanna be famous?
Dealing with the fame
Famous
Got me dealing with the pain but I'm famous
Yeah, everybody know what my name is
Got a hundred in the clip and I'm aiming
'Cause I'm famous
Famous
Got me chilling with your bitch 'cause I'm famous
Nah, I don't even know what her name is
Oh girl, only here 'cause my chain big
And I'm famous
Ayy, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
We riding 'round the town, uh-huh
Getting blunted, rolling with the windows down, okay
You try to flex on 9to5 but we the best around
And we so high and we ain't never coming down
Nah, we never coming down 'cause we always turning up
Yeah, we all about that mula, yeah, we all about that guap
And we get it every day, hell yeah, that shit is nonchalant
Yeah, I do this 'cause I love it, you don't do it, you ain't mob
I make sure I get my money first, no way that I'll get robbed
Yeah, let's meet at 9 o'clock, always get there on the dot
I'm about my business, yeah, I just keep on getting paper
Get it hard and flip it soft, by any means, fuck what it cost, uh
Famous
Popping bottles of champagne 'cause I'm famous
Yeah, everybody know what my name is
Boy, this game is cold, yeah, it's so dangerous
Yeah, they hating
Famous
In my thoughts, now I'm zoning, now I'm spacing
Paparazzi on my line, yeah, they banging
They keep on asking all these questions, I say save it
Now that I'm famous
I gotta do it big, nigga
Test me, test the roster
Post it like I'm posted
Toast it with my toaster
No valet, my pull up stunners with no L's
Jewels jingling, baby hop out like
"What's happening, huh?"
Best correct your posture like salute
When you see me, I'm 1080 clear to you when I come through
Breathe easy
My scriptures paint pictures to fit on your nails
But Snoop said it best, don't believe in fairy tales
Make believe I'm in a quarter, swerving in a movie
Impossible against the odds, non-stopping, hoe
Eagle on the shelf, blow the dust off the Ruger
Put away the big body, start grinding in my shooter
Famous
Popping bottles of champagne 'cause I'm famous
Yeah, everybody know what my name is
Boy, this game is cold, yeah, it's so dangerous
Yeah, they hating
Famous
Got me chilling with your bitch 'cause I'm famous
Nah, I don't even know what her name is
Oh girl, only here 'cause my chain big
And I'm famous



Writer(s): Noah D. Goldstein, Ross Matthew Birchard, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Cydel Charles Young, Ernest Brown, Mike Dean, Winston Delano Riley, Kasseem Dean, Andrew Dawson, Enzo Vita, Giampiero Scalamogna, Sergio Bardotti, Luis Enrique Bacalov, Patrick Reynolds, Jimmy Webb, Kanye Omari West, Kejuan Waliek Muchita



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