Fame (Prod. Cash Money AP) Video (MV)

I just want the fame why my lights low (woah)

I just want the fame and the riches yea
I just want the fame and the bitches
I just want the fame why my lights low (whoa)

Pittsburgh in this bitch hoe
Grab your pens and your pencils
Switch the tempo and take notes
This flow make a bitch give you
Brain in the car with the tints low
Drive slow
I did it myself call Iso
Crash on the beat no geico
Conducting the shit a mistro
I already got you hype so
New Wave the new wave
I do say she can't suck this dick
If her lips are not juicy
I'm trynna maneuver and
Make my own blueprint
I got my own job so
I don't need your two cents
Summer 18
Your only conclusion
Is why this one nigga
Causing confusion
We hop in the booth thinking
Good music and hop out
Cause a whole revolution
Trynna move moms out trumps illusion
Keep my head high
Gotta start the movement
Bars so cold blend it up a smoothie
Me myself and I do all the choosing
New Wave never tripping
Bad joints looking at me cuz I'm different
The way she blew me
Think she cripping
Got her limping
Y'all niggas should be zombie
Cuz y'all really not living