Forget The Fame (Explicit Album Version)
(Lil’ Flip)
I come from a hood where everybody standin on the corner
what chu need some weed, speed, or some marijuana
you can get it right here or get it down there
but when the laws pull up get away from ‘round there
niggas thinkin that the nigga changin
just cause a nigga platinum be hanging
I still got the same niggas that I’m down wit
if a nigga owe me money we gon’shoot up his shit
I use to sell work I use to sell pints
but now I’m doing shit I gotta million in the bank
I done made alot of moves and payed alot of dues
nigga if you fuck with me, you might make the news
now niggas get on T.V then forget they partnas
the ones that keep it real come show with the choppas
the one who drank and lean in they house
them lil niggas be the one who represent the south uh
(Chorus)
I want the money
I dont give a fuck about the fame
no matter how rich I get Lil’ Flip will never change
I want the money
I dont give a fuck about the fame
I do this shit so I can have some pocket change
(Lil’ Flip)
now everytime I come back somebody went to jail
but they taught us dont go to school and fail
I didnt go to college but its money in my wallet
and I just bought a Jag ‘0 mileage
and I keep a clip ya know I’m strapped
and you was hatin on me nigga you might get slapped
ya telophone tap’ed got the block hot, matter of fact
it dont look good for you to be standing on blocks
nigga what about the cops rollin through looking
and everybody know that you sellin and cookin
so get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets
you seen what I did, now I play with these beats
(Chorus)
(Lil’ Flip)
I’m like a hundred-dollar bill I’m hard change
and now its funny everybody aint acting the same
rule number one never tell these rats learn ya business
rule two never ever burn by bridges
I had niggas that was hatin now they in my face
way before “buy the car, by the house”, “diamondsNyaface”
now they see me in the streets I wanna do a song
nigga yous a hoe go back to yo home!
cause you aint selling records dont get mad
cause you see me ballin hard in a dropped Jag
when you see me at the source chunk up the duece
cause I represent the Cloverland jumpin out my Coupe
I still be the same nigga on the scene
I’m still gone be the only freestyle king
(Chorus)
compositores: WESLEY WESTON
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