Always in the cut so I get it right back

You know she with me , she keeping a Mac ,

I’m of the xans I popped up 220 ,

I hit the studio i go 9 to 5 bitch you know it’s my job ,

And You know it’s a slap,

I’m looking at myself don’t ask me bout somebody else

He say he be mad but we paid off his rents

Don’t tell me bout that boy we paid all his debts

He really a Broke Boy but he acting all rich

I’m finna be a tutor I got a lot to teach

I got me too much fame and I got me all rich

**** ain’t eating they blaming on fasting

Prada on me got me dancing with the devil ,

Yeah for real

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I got me too much Fame (mmmhh)

For real ,

 **** ain’t eating they blaming on fasting

Prada on me having lunch with the Devil,

Drip harder I’m a Captain of the ship bitch we ain’t sinking

Had sex with that bitch ,

Hit her from the ..

thought I’d say back ,

From the side , I’m holding her hair ,Other hand on her thighs ,

It’s Moons worldwide bitch I’m Christopher

got a thing for that body she fucks with my mind,

Too Much Fame

Too Much whaa??

To many times had to bring these **** right back to me

Baby to perfect she straight from the Heavens fuck a factory

At the top of the pyramid please don’t rap to me

Cartier lenses on

my vision is So blinding

Been in gutter for too long , now we striving and it’s perfect timing

I say look at it

Jeff Hardy on this shit I be all about jumping