BxSides - Famous Lyrics

I'm a hustler for the money
Keep on grinding up
I don't try indulge with feelings
It's not worth enough
Trust me i've been round the block
I see these things
LA hoes, enticed groupies, my old bitch pop in the screen
Imma pull up in the party, dope as f*ck, then she hit me up

I want your body
I wanna a chance, maybe a last dance yeah
I want your clothes, lying on the floor
Striping your soul for me

Gonna be rich
What can i do?
She knows it's just matter of time
I got the nosuckaz begging my rhyme
Atlanta's waiting, i can't lose my flight

Have a nice trip on the chest
Playing that shit as in chess yeah
Fiendin'cause nothing else last
Set up the mood as a threat yeah

I remember when i found you but i never treat right, didn't loved you enough
And you keep coming for more even tho i don't care enough

I would never allow myself feel something else
But handcuffs with belt

Don't make a sound yeah
Just don't make a sound
She bite the lips, and i'm just playing 'round
I'm just playing round
Champagne is poppin', i turned it around
I turned it round
I guess i'm a famous, i guess i'm a famous now

Think i'll be better on my own
F*ck nostalgia, i'm done with the past
Step in the stage, bass drop and i'm stoned
Bsides can't pass a piss test
I just shut down the contest
People staring me, drawing their phones and im flex
I'm not just smart, obsessed, stressed, requested, opressor, ain't no loser repressed

Ok im coming thru

I want your body
I wanna a chance, maybe a last dance yeah
I want your clothes, lying on the floor
Striping your soul for me
Gonna be rich
What can i do?
She knows it's just matter of time
I got the nosuckaz begging my rhyme
Atlanta's waiting, i can't lose my flight (2x)

Don't make a sound yeah
Just don't make a sound
She bite the lips, and i'm just playing 'round
I'm just playing round
Champagne is poppin', i turned it around
I turned it round
I guess i'm a famous, i guess i'm a famous now