Famous

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JAY1 - Rap, In English

Famous

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[Intro] Nastylgia Look, yeah [Verse 1] She's feelin' me, man, I can tell from her demeanour Feel it in her aura, I ain't talkin' about Rita Took her out Honda, put the backa inna Bimmer Baby, show me you're the one and I'll make you more than a keeper She's lookin' sexy when she's shakin' her waist The way she bruckin' off her back, can prolly shake it for days My other babe just caught me slippin', now she's onto my case You know a nigga be toxic, baby, let's cut to the chase (Skee yee) [Pre-Chorus] Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know I can take you 'round the city, wherе you wanna go? We can take a private jеt straight Monaco Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job" I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezoz There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos [Chorus] You shake it, don't fake it Come get some money, why the fuck you in the matrix? I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it Come here, take it, don't stall now Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out Made another million, let's hit the fucking mall now [Verse 2] Small boy, you ain't reachin' my level But see I'm ratin' your effort, so let me give you a medal Some people make it legit and some people dance with the devil They see me makin' my money and now they're eyein' my kettle Like please move (Please move) Get the fuck out my face 'Cause Steve got the big .45 stuck in his waist I sip a drink, I hit the club and then I fuck up the stage All the baddies wanna fuck me 'cause they're lovin' my game [Pre-Chorus] Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know I can take you 'round the city, where you wanna go? We can take a private jet straight Monaco Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job" I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezoz There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos [Chorus] You shake it, don't fake it Come get some money, why the fuck you in the matrix? I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it Come here, take it, don't stall now Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out Made another million, let's hit the fuckin' mall now You shake it, don't fake it Come get some money, why the fuck you in the matrix? I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it Come here, take it, don't stall now Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out Made another million, let's hit the fuckin' mall now

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  • JAY1
  • Nastylgia