Famous

You want success and a big mansion in the hills
You want the fame, you want the bitches, you want thrills
Go on, text me the address
I’m done with this shit

With my fucking crew we gonna sip it at this function all night long
I’m in the mood for see-through bottles, bitches grinding to my songs
I see you call my line you but ‘bay I can’t pick up the phone
This supermodel acting flirty, got him begging for a show

Would you ride for me, die for me, if I had fame?
Would you lie for me, cry for me, if I had fame?
Would you try with me, try with me, if I had fame?
If I was famous famous
Famous
(x2)

Is your fucking name on the guestlist, I dont see it?
Don’t tell ‘em you know me, VIP zones are rеstricted
Our love could’ve been rеal but baby couldn’t risk it
You wanted the success that you prioritized
And you couldn’t chase it with me on your side
Boy you caught up in your own fucking lies so
This ain’t no surprise
You want drip on your wrist and wealth in your eyes
Give up on our love as a sacrifice
Feelings aside
But we can still link up during the night

Would you ride for me, die for me, if I had fame?
Would you lie for me, cry for me, if I had fame?
Would you try with me, try with me, if I had fame?
If I was famous famous
Famous
(x2)