Famous (Remix)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

Young nigga I made it

I'm finally famous

These bitches, they're driving me crazy

They turn on the TV

They see me, I’m getting the spinach

The broccoli, veggies my pockets is heavy

I was on the phone with Offset

Takeoff, told me we was finna takeoff, takeoff

Quavo told me pull up to the bando

Whole lot of money on the table, pesos

Now I pull up in the vert

And I'm sippin' on syrup

Ya bitch is a bird, so I kick her to the curb

The bitch got sum nerve

Feels good to be rich

Tryna figure out why you mad?

Fucking all the bitches that I been had

I'm addicted to the money, fuck rehab

Had to buy mama a Porsche

Hot like a torch

Young nigga jumped off the porch

She said I wouldn't make it

But now that I'm famous I'm thanking the lord

I wrecked in the Masi

I switched to the Rari

You driving a Ford

A rich nigga walking around with a 50

Count up when I'm bored

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Paper on top of paper, yeah we made it

All my old hoes wanna have my baby

We was hittin' licks

Had the fucking block hot

Domingo hit my phone

Say he bout to touchdown know his name was out

I told em I make it rapping

They thought it was funny (What the hell is so funny young nigga?)

Then young nigga got rich, Start counting blue hunnids

Me and Rich flexing on a bitch

Then we go to Follies

Really don't knowl thinking bout copping a masi

And I want it black and white like Sylvester

Imma let you tell it

What would you do for the cheddar?

We moving together

I know that you just a beginner

50 choppers in a sprinter

My momma she told me go kill em'

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

Shorty said that I would never make it

Now I'm shitting on her cause I’m famous

Pulling up in Porsches and I’m racing

Paper, I got paper, I got paper

[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF]

Rose Rolex, eating pork rinds

Aquaberry diamonds froze the hands of time

Codeine pouring with the purple swans

I’m playing hackey sack in the valet parking at Hakkasan

Neon swim shorts, I don’t play sports

The way I ball, I burn through money like a Newport

Mentos seats, and the paint orange

Should I sip codeine, or should I sing a chorus?

I got an all star team, but I’m running late

I got talk show dreams, like I’m Ricky Lake

Yeah you can’t tell me nothing, you can tell I’m stunting

Who woulda knew I’d have Versace jewels across my tooth