Fame - RC

Fame, I’m the man that takes things over

Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow

Fame puts me there where things are hollow

Fame, fame, it’s not your brain, it’s just the flame

The bitch is gonna get your ends, slain

You know I need the money, gotta get the money

'Cause I need the cash, hey c’mon, gotta get it

You know I need the money, gotta get the money

'Cause I need the cash, hey c’mon, gotta get it

Fame, what you like is in the limo

Fame, take it now, there’s no tomorrow

Fame, what you need you’ll have to borrow

Fame, fame, nine is fine, it plays for time

I’ma lemme hit you from behind, fame, fame, fame

Fame, a bullet for me, I bust it for you

I love it when you grab my gun, fame

Fame, what’s your name?

What’s your name?

What’s your name?

Say my name?

Say my name?

Say my name?

The world’s famous, rugged with the superstar persona

Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer, Big Tymer

I’m known in places I haven’t even been

Executed styles behind men

Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel

My look’s hostile, hittin' Remy from the bottle

The fame is like I’m possessed wit game

And everywhere I go, ho’s screamin' my name

But I’m rollin', not that my bald head’s swollen

I’m towin', ya fixed up, they’d rather see ya broken

I’m scopin' often where the spotlights shine

Me and my crew drinkin', tryin' to have a good time

But folks watchin', wearin' khakis or Versace

They try to mock me, caught up in the paparazzi

Mama, look what the hogg had became

A top notch nigga with the fame game

Is it any wonder?

I’ll reject ya first

Fame, fame, fame, fame

Is it any wonder?

Your heart’s too cold to fool

Fame, fame, fame, fame