Famous (Remix)
(专辑: Feels Good To Be Rich - 2014)
[Hook x2 Rich The
Kid:] Shorty said that I
would never make it Now I'm shitting on her cause I'm famous Pulling up in Porsches and I'm racing Paper, I
got paper, I
got paper [Verse 1
Rich The
Kid:] Young nigga I
made it I'm finally famous These bitches, they're driving me crazy They turn on the
TV 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 pull up to the
bando Whole lot of money on the
table, pesos Now I
pull up in the
vert And I'm sipping on syrup Ya bitch is a
bird, so I
kick her to the
curb The
bitch got sum nerve Feels good to be rich Tryna figure out why you mad? Fucking all the
bitches that I
been had I'm addicted to the
money, fuck rehab Had to buy mama a
Porsche Hot like a
torch Young nigga 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 You driving a
Ford A
rich nigga walking around with a
50 Count up when I'm bored [Hook x2] [Verse 2
Quavo:] Paper on top of paper, yeah we made it All my old hoes wanna have my baby We was hitting licks Had the
fucking block hot Domingo hit my phone Say he bout to touchdown know his name was out I
told em I
make it rapping They thought it was funny (What the
hell is so funny young nigga?) Then young nigga got rich, Start counting blue hunnids Me and Rich flexing on a
bitch Then we go to Follies Really don't knowl thinking bout copping a
masi 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 kill em' [Hook] [Verse 3
Riff Raff:] Rose Rolex, eating pork rinds Aquaberry diamonds froze the
hands of time Codeine pouring with the
purple swans I'm playing hackey sack in the
valet parking at Hakkasan Neon swim shorts, I
don't play sports The
way I
ball, I
burn through money like a
Newport Mentos seats, and the
paint orange Should I
sip codeine, or should I
sing a
chorus? I
got an all star team, but I'm running late I
got talk show dreams, like I'm Ricky Lake Yeah you can't tell me nothing, you can tell I'm stunting Who woulda knew I'd have Versace jewels across my tooth