Fortune Fuck the Fame

[Verse 1]
Fresh outta Y (Ay!)
Time to get my mail on
Four and a half lockdown
Still on parole
Fuck a nine-to-five, I got illegal money to make
So don't push that j-o-b shit up in my face
It's 1988, alot of shit done changed
Niggas I used to punk now try to let they nuts hang
But I'm the one that you know and I'm back in town
So, nigga, try to impress that bitch and get yo ass laid down
Niggas got these hoes twisted, so materialistic
I treat 'em like a exit, dismiss 'em with the quickness
I'm from the old school, bitch, you know the rules
If you can't provide you need to treat me like the far side
Ain't shit changed, Lil' Pat's still the name
Got to stay low key, I want the fortune, fuck the fame

[Hook]
(How you want it, nigga?)
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
(I want the fortune, fuck the fame)

[Verse 2]
Fuck some gangs in Vogues, I roll a bucket
I'm out here gettin' paid, not laid, steady fuckin'
Found myself a key from my OG homie
Cooked it up, chopped it down, servin' straight 20s on up
Like 7-Up, nigga gots to bubble up the rock money
The best money if you stack that money
High off that indo twenty-four seven
With a pint of Hen-doo, strapped with the MAC-11
Done violated parole so I'll never go home
Fuck them three strikes and them laws they upholds
Got a baby on the way, so I pray to see that day
But shit ain't promised to a nigga like me anyway
It's either death or jail cells, my town is straight livin' hell
I stick to the strip and let my fuckin' pockets swell

[Hook]
(How you want it, nigga?)
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
(I want the fortune, fuck the fame)

[Verse 3]
Gave my homie thirteen-five for a key I got fronted
I wanna buy a bird, shot him G stacks and hundreds
Serious about this game, I want the money and the power
About to wash these suckas up and give 'em bloody showers
They was steppin' on my toes like it's all good and plenty
But you know this shit don't go down in my fuckin' city
I gots nothin' to lose, I done paid my fuckin' dues
They even got my crew on the 10 o'clock news
But I ain't goin' out, still got major clout
I'm the one these little street corner niggas talk about
"Wanna be like a G, like Lil' Gangsta P"
Yeah

[Hook]
(How you want it, nigga?)
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
(I want the fortune, fuck the fame)
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
(I want the fortune, fuck the fame)
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
Gs by the stack, coppin' the birds, livin' fat
Keepin' these bitches out my mix cuz they don't know how to act
(I want the fortune, fuck the fame)