Famous (I'm The One) (feat. Yo Gotti & DeJ Loaf)

Ju-Ju-June on the beat
 June on the beat
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 Cuticles in the Carti's, I'm just clearin' my vision
 Pushin' the ill line to count millions with niggas
 The homies ain't put you on, blood remember them niggas
 Paperwork surfaced, quit defendin' them niggas, huh?
 Y'all pretend to be killers to keep it jiggy
 Drum on the yeeky, it's litty, that bitch pretty
 Sacramento nigga, been standin' up for the city
 With the right to bear arms, we blammied up in the city, you hear me?
 Keep a roll of pink 50s, all crispy
 Way of life risky, I can sense some shit fishy
 Dope on the digi', we bag it then ship it out
 We hoppin' inside of foreigns, we baggin' and spinnin' out, right
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 Shout out to Mozzy, I just jumped out a Masi
 With a Draco in the Louis and the gang in the lobby
 Still rich Crips with me, I never left nobody
 I done made niggas rich and you ain't help nobody
 And it's blood on my name nigga, fuck the fame nigga
 So plan your funeral, 'cause that come with my chain nigga (on God)
 And the bitch wanna fuck for some change nigga (How much?)
 To me that shit pennies, but it's lame nigga
 Big gangster, no bandana though (None)
 I took my bitch from Oakland (What else?)
 Had a threesome with my Atlanta ho (Okay)
 Lam' truck, but I really want the Phantom though (Frrt)
 Rich nigga, fuck I'm thinkin', I can have 'em both (Beep)
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 He just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm the one
 He got all the drugs, and I got all the guns
 He know I'm from Detroit, he know I get the job done
 I pull up with them bitches, them niggas go crazy for
 DeJ Loaf, little smooth ass DeJ Loaf
 Have a nigga on the leash, he do what I say so
 Left the Ghost runnin', I might pull up in a tank though
 Tank on, got these bitches pissed like a race horse
 From the D to the A to the Bay (I know)
 That's, that's me, Su, and K Camp
 No way, no sir, I don't let the fame get to me (I don't let the fame)
 But you gotta be kiddin' me
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 She just wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm famous
 Closet full of fly shit, that's what them bands did
 Niggas hatin' on me, it don't even make sense
 Put the Rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
 
 'Cause they know what time it is
 Ju-Ju-June on the beat
 June on the beat