FAMOUS.

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous

[Verse 1]
Good Jesus
I'm working, no time for cheesin'
Down bad, she was whipping that Nissan
That fame make a bitch do treason
No P's and Q's just even (Whoo) heathen
Put it on me, man, me, man
You ain't heard it from me, man
She was riding that wave got sea sick
Better find yourself good Jesus (Whoo)
Put my best foot forth
Came back packing that force
Jevvy, you the best of course
She on the internet making moves, showed her ass on all fours
I'm richer than the middle man
Nigga went gold like I'm Trinadad
Veterans getting outrapped by the undergrad
Getting out of hand, shit is getting outrageous
Down bad, she be looking fine, she be looking like (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous

[Verse 2]
And you know I'm coming back with the heat
Death to the beat pass it to me
I'ma show you how to merc these hittas
Can't fall for the trick, fall for the bitch
Calling my phone, guaranteed I'm finna drop on these bitches
This money really ain't that long
Still she gon' drop that ass down on all fours
Of course, of course, nigga, put in that work
Still tryna make a couple bands fisher
Nigga still gotta pay the rent due on first
Nigga still tryna fuck the whole game for sure
Still tryna make the ends meet for sure
Still she gon' drop that ass down for sir, grr

[Chorus]
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous
Flirtatious, she don't want love in the air contagious
My god, my goodness gracious
Blowing my phone, said she wanna be famous, whoo!