Paparazzi

[Produced by Swagg R'Celious for Progressive Musik Group]

[Chorus]

You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby

Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded

And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy

If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby

Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?

You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is?

Who you fucking when you under them covers?

Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the realest

[Verse 1]

Uh, yeah, no really I get it

Your mother tell you that I'm not the typical nigga

No, no, forgive me, I get it

I got a Grammy nomination for getting the bitches

So you thinking that I'm probably thinking

That I probably want you but got a lot of conceiving

Probably went east and last, the money, [?]

I ain't running with fam, them bammas or TMZ

Know what you plan to be, I know what your fantasy is

I care about you enough that I can never foresee it

She care 'bout me so much, you stressing on who gon' catch us

Hearing what people say, I'm hearing that people jealous

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh no, I'm too cold to fuck with them bitches, baby

Yeah, I'm too broke to fuck with opinions, baby

[Chorus]

You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby

Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded

And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy

If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby

Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?

You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is?

Who you fucking when you under them covers?

Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the realest

[Verse 2]

Picture me rolling next to you with no care in the world

10 it out just in case the cameras is there

Well I can show you what it do cause I ain't embarrassed

Had a motherfucking roof for amber alert

Just rambling words baby, who make 'em in vain?

I gotta be thorough with you, you've dated some lames

I admit, I'm insane for you, just say you the same

Run away from this fame shit and come make me some babies

Come make me a son

I made you a moon, radiant, baby you a star

Ross made me a boss, broads made me this dough

Flaws, they insecure like all celebrities are

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh no, I'm too cold to fuck with them bitches, baby

Yeah, I'm too broke to fuck with opinions, baby

[Chorus]

You feel like it's a doubt 'em all, baby

Plucking pictures in them crowds, they all faded

And I'm just tryna put it down cause I'm not lazy

If I'm your nigga and you proud to shout baby

Who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?

You been number 2'ing on bitches, but who number 1 is?

Who you fucking when you under them covers?

Tell them bitches that you fuck and you in love with the realest