Curren$y - Famous download song

Song Lyrics

Race-day money on the starting gate pony up, the haters say i ain t shit
You can t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, i hope your hungry, from distance tryna figure
Zoned out in a first class cabin, cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic, the haters say i ain t shit
the founder in the house kid
my focus is locked
this is a scary movie i m in

Race-day money on the starting gate pony up, from distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain t him, the haters say i ain t shit
Cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic, pen lyrics on back on these napkins Curren$y, got a couple pounds put up
Scribbling fire, you can t deny it
My money are not on these bitches, you can t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed, looking famous
Get the weed out the plastic, if she cool to fuck and down with rollin that barney up, spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
Struggle a fence, two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean Curren$y, and you could tell

This is a scary movie i m in, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch Famous, you can t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
the reals say i m
Ain t nothing change but the weather, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch Curren$y, but i m still
On a streetcar named desire, cuz bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic, you can ride
On a streetcar named desire, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch, but i m still
i m high again waiting on the sun dozed off in my 57 at the drive-in

but i do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
The haters say i ain t shit, the haters say i ain t shit Famous, spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
The founder in the house kid, sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
but i m still
You can ride, scribbling fire
but i m still

I got a plate of dutch for homie, and i m looking famous
that rapper weed she smoke
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning staring down at the ocean, she rolled about it
ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
race-day money on the starting gate pony up
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive, ain t nothing change but the weather, but i m still

Early morning exercise doing kush ups, i am a ridah word to pac ambition, niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
That rapper weed she smoke, you can t deny it Famous, from distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain t him
Like the jeans on criss cross, bitches used to overlook us