[Verse 1]
Oh yeah you guessed it
Finally Famous in this thing we finessin'
Cartier lenses on me, ain't no questions
In and out of town I ain't slept in
Weeks, you ready?
Look, I've been in and out of town
Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds
Automatic champagne popping never out of rounds
Tell me where the throne, that's where I be sitting down
I run up in your city, run the spot, run the town
Even run that motherfucker when I'm not around
Only time to fuck, not to fuck around
I got weed, bad bitches, and money and they all 100 pounds
God damn, I am, from pots/pans
Turn that shit straight to hot sand
Yeah I got the blueprint these niggas try and trace
They tell me slow down but I'm in the human race
And I be damned if I ain't first, never living in reverse
I just hit it from reverse, swear that shit so crazy
Man L.A. girls so crazy
How's it sunny if them hoes stay shady
And New York bitches screaming "Fuck you pay me."
In ATL they be eating all the gravy
In Detroit man those girls so gangster
In Philly I've seen some pretty faces
Look, I love it when she up and down the pole
Make me want to take your ass up and down the coast
Have you ever been Annapol where they champagne sipped
Then fly across the border to the 416
Then go up to Philly where they know that shit legit
One time for the hood man you know that we the shit
Come through in the city and you know I eat Philly
And you know I'm repping Philly man shoutout to Meek Milly
I be going in this bitch until I'm silly
Oh yeah you guessed it
Finally Famous in this thing we finessin'
Cartier lenses on me, ain't no questions
In and out of town I ain't slept in
Weeks, you ready?
Look, I've been in and out of town
Still making plays even when I'm out of bounds
Automatic champagne popping never out of rounds
Tell me where the throne, that's where I be sitting down
I run up in your city, run the spot, run the town
Even run that motherfucker when I'm not around
Only time to fuck, not to fuck around
I got weed, bad bitches, and money and they all 100 pounds
God damn, I am, from pots/pans
Turn that shit straight to hot sand
Yeah I got the blueprint these niggas try and trace
They tell me slow down but I'm in the human race
And I be damned if I ain't first, never living in reverse
I just hit it from reverse, swear that shit so crazy
Man L.A. girls so crazy
How's it sunny if them hoes stay shady
And New York bitches screaming "Fuck you pay me."
In ATL they be eating all the gravy
In Detroit man those girls so gangster
In Philly I've seen some pretty faces
Look, I love it when she up and down the pole
Make me want to take your ass up and down the coast
Have you ever been Annapol where they champagne sipped
Then fly across the border to the 416
Then go up to Philly where they know that shit legit
One time for the hood man you know that we the shit
Come through in the city and you know I eat Philly
And you know I'm repping Philly man shoutout to Meek Milly
I be going in this bitch until I'm silly
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