
Welcome To The Fame Vin Jay
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[Chorus]
Bitches rockin' Prada, homies droppin’ commas
Keep 'em talking while you wylin, watch me get some dollars
Make it rain, go to guap
Take a chain, poppin' bottles
For the game, we- we- welcome to the fame, yeah
Bitches rockin’ Prada, homies droppin' commas
Keep 'em talking while you wylin, watch me get some dollars
Make it rain, go to guap
Take a chain, poppin' bottles
For the game, we- we- welcome to the fame, yeah
[Verse 1]
Moving in the game, everybody unpack
Drop another tape, then I double my racks
Get up in the lamp, then I run it right back
Prolly why they 'member, they be lovin' my tracks
Everybody frozen, lookin' like a mannequin
Ain't really no comparisons, how we making it happen
When these bitches tryna battle, I pummel ’em, it’s embarrassing
I'm going to the dark side, feelin’ like I'm Anakin
Spit into the group, pop
Pull up in a new drop
Put me in a rave and I will end up in the boondocks
Let me get a drink, fuck it, I get a few shots
Look at the wrist, motherfucker those moon rocks
And I'ma get 'em like, back to back
A young, wild motherfucker with th racks to match
I got the fans all flippin’ like acrobatics
And when the white boy kill it, that's Aftermath, I'm like-
Bitches rockin' Prada, homies droppin’ commas
Keep 'em talking while you wylin, watch me get some dollars
Make it rain, go to guap
Take a chain, poppin' bottles
For the game, we- we- welcome to the fame, yeah
Bitches rockin’ Prada, homies droppin' commas
Keep 'em talking while you wylin, watch me get some dollars
Make it rain, go to guap
Take a chain, poppin' bottles
For the game, we- we- welcome to the fame, yeah
[Verse 1]
Moving in the game, everybody unpack
Drop another tape, then I double my racks
Get up in the lamp, then I run it right back
Prolly why they 'member, they be lovin' my tracks
Everybody frozen, lookin' like a mannequin
Ain't really no comparisons, how we making it happen
When these bitches tryna battle, I pummel ’em, it’s embarrassing
I'm going to the dark side, feelin’ like I'm Anakin
Spit into the group, pop
Pull up in a new drop
Put me in a rave and I will end up in the boondocks
Let me get a drink, fuck it, I get a few shots
Look at the wrist, motherfucker those moon rocks
And I'ma get 'em like, back to back
A young, wild motherfucker with th racks to match
I got the fans all flippin’ like acrobatics
And when the white boy kill it, that's Aftermath, I'm like-
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