Gimme that fame, gimme that money
I got no shame for these dummies
Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny

Gimme that fame, gimme that money
I got no shame for these dummies
Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy
You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny
Call me insane, that’s right buddy
It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

It’s payback for shit you pulled way back
Playback to when I got played max
Say that just to keep the pain painless
Now my middle finger’s up in the air, I raise that
Shit’s changing like a fucking rude awakening
No more playing, no more undertaking
Can you hear the articulation?
Are these words getting through to you inside of your head, man?
Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum
How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?
You can’t take this from under my thumb
This rap game ain’t leaving ‘til I’m outdone
Run, run, you don’t want none, punk
Jump, jump when I’m right out front
Pop that trunk, boy, here I come, duck
Better check yourself before you come up here, chump

It’s one for the haters all across the globe
Two for the labels trying to stop the show
Three for the homies trying to take the throne
Get ready, set, let’s go

Gimme that fame, gimme that money
I got no shame for these dummies
Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy
You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny
Call me insane, that’s right buddy
It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy
Oh no, look who’s about to go loco
No more being scared of these bozos
Told you that I’m all about more dough
Popos even bump my shit, so don’t
Go broke, give a fuck about your hoe
Show no fear, just so you don’t know
Row, row, row your boat, don’t go so
I’m close to, swear, ask Dojos
I was born and raised, right in SoCal
With some crazy ass motherfucking nobles
Get up off my fucking shoulders
I’m spitting that shit, ain’t nobody go home, man
Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers
I ain’t even got to, I told ya
You can’t say hold on
Bring all the faggot ass foes on

It’s one for the haters all across the globe
Two for the labels trying to stop the show
Three for the homies trying to take the throne
Get ready, set, let’s go

Gimme that fame, gimme that money
I got no shame for these dummies
Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy
You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny
Call me insane, that’s right buddy
It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Watch me while they all say OMG
In the back, fist-pumping that MP3
I’m not a criminal, I’m just the one behind the scene
Arrested just for flowing on the beat
Look what these people made me out to be
They don’t know what it’s like to be me
Go get them, dawg, let them know it’s over, G
Ooh-wee, money over everything

Gimme that fame, gimme that money
I got no shame for these dummies
Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy
You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny
Call me insane, that’s right buddy
It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Gimme that fame, gimme that money
Got no shame for these dummies

Gimmie that fame, gimme that money
It’s my game, don’t act funny
Call me insane, that’s right buddy
It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy




Lyrics submitted by MusicFREAK20

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