FAMOUS! Lyrics

Ah-ha, bitch, I'm on that shit tonight

Ooh-ooh, ayy, ayy

Jilla king in this, bitch

What? Ayy, let's go

Ayy, Brodie , say, we finna' get famous

Say he tryna' see how far we gon' take this

Ayy, sheeno told me expand , yo, genre jilla, try that rage shit

And when I do a, show the crowd, get outrageous

Whoa, stackin' money, look like Bible pages

We stay drinkin', rollin' up on a daily basis

Mm-mm-mm, bad lil' bitch said she from Vegas

She startin' actin' like me, she like damn, boy, you contagious

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Y'all know I do the most

Fonem, he got way too many guns, he don't know what to tote

It's a lot of fake niggas all around me, don't know who to toast

And I only drop like three tapes, lil' bitch, I got a hundred more

And this lil' bitch said she love me, like, no, the fuck you don't

And bitch, I'm way too cold, I think I need a motherfuckin' coat

And I'm the best that ever touch his mic, bitch, I don't mean to boast

And all I did was touch her leg and now she's soaked

And that new whip go vroom, vroom, uh, uh, mm-mm, ayy, ayy, mm-mm, ayy

That bitch wanna fuck, I told that bitch, mm-mm, ayy, ayy, mm-mm, ayy

What? Mm-mm, ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm finna' pull up in that, mm-mm

I need diamonds to hold my wrist up

And I don't want that main page, bitch, give me your finsta

And please don't think it's sweet, cause bro, they keep a stick tucked

Ayy, shorty swallowed all my kids, then she spit it up

Ayy, mm-mm, ayy, mm-mm, ayy, mm-mm

I might pull up in that, mm-mm, ayy, mm-mm, ayy

That bitch wanna fuck, I told her, mm-mm

They like, Dilla, you get to that cash, and I'm like, mm-hmm

Ayy, mm-hmm, ayy, mm-hmm

That lil' bitch say that she wanna fuck, I tell her, mm-mm

Ayy, uh-uh, ayy, mm-hmm