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Famous Video (MV)




Performed By: JAY1
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Jason Juami, Emmanuel Oparah




JAY1 - Famous Lyrics
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Nastylgia
Look, like

She's feelin' me, man, I can tell from her demeanor
Feel it in her aura, I ain't talkin' about Rita
Took her out Honda, put the backa inna Bimmer
Baby, show me you're the one and I'll make you more than a keeper
She's lookin' sexy when she's shakin' her waist
The way she bruckin' off her back, can prolly shake it for days
My other babe just caught me slippin', now she's onto my case
You know a nigga be toxic, baby, let's cut to the chase (skee yee)

Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know
I can take you 'round the city, where you wanna go?
We can take a private jet straight Monaco
Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough
He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater
I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job"
I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezos
There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos

You shake it, don't fake it
Come get this money, why the f*ck you in the matrix?
I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous
You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it
Come here, take it, don't-don't stall now
Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out
Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out
Made another million, let's hit the f*cking mall now

Small boy, you ain't reachin' my level
But see I'm ratin' your effort, so let me give you a medal
Some people make it legit and some people dance with the devil
They see me makin' my money and now they're eyein' my kettle
Like please move (please move)
Get the f*ck out my face
'Cause Steve got the big .45 stuck in his waist
I sip a drink, I hit the club and then I f*ck up the stage
All the baddies wanna f*ck me 'cause they're lovin' my game

Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know
I can take you 'round the city, where you wanna go?
We can take a private jet straight Monaco
Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough
He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater
I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job"
I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezos
There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos

You shake it, don't fake it
Come get this money, why the f*ck you in the matrix?
I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous
You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it
Come here, take it, don't-don't stall now
Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out
Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out
Made another million, let's hit the f*cking mall now
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Nastylgia
Look, like

She's feelin' me, man, I can tell from her demeanor
Feel it in her aura, I ain't talkin' about Rita
Took her out Honda, put the backa inna Bimmer
Baby, show me you're the one and I'll make you more than a keeper
She's lookin' sexy when she's shakin' her waist
The way she bruckin' off her back, can prolly shake it for days
My other babe just caught me slippin', now she's onto my case
You know a nigga be toxic, baby, let's cut to the chase (skee yee)

Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know
I can take you 'round the city, where you wanna go?
We can take a private jet straight Monaco
Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough
He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater
I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job"
I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezos
There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos

You shake it, don't fake it
Come get this money, why the f*ck you in the matrix?
I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous
You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it
Come here, take it, don't-don't stall now
Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out
Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out
Made another million, let's hit the f*cking mall now

Small boy, you ain't reachin' my level
But see I'm ratin' your effort, so let me give you a medal
Some people make it legit and some people dance with the devil
They see me makin' my money and now they're eyein' my kettle
Like please move (please move)
Get the f*ck out my face
'Cause Steve got the big .45 stuck in his waist
I sip a drink, I hit the club and then I f*ck up the stage
All the baddies wanna f*ck me 'cause they're lovin' my game

Look, I'm gettin' money now they wanna know
I can take you 'round the city, where you wanna go?
We can take a private jet straight Monaco
Niggas look at me like, "JAY1, he's got a lot of dough
He's got a lot of paper, me, I'm just a hater
I can never take her 'cause that's JAY's job"
I hit the belly now I ballin' like Bezos
There's niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' all these pesos

You shake it, don't fake it
Come get this money, why the f*ck you in the matrix?
I use to queue, it's kinda different now I'm famous
You try flex on the jigga, but G, it ain't it
Come here, take it, don't-don't stall now
Everyday's another dollar, B, I ball out
Strip club, I throw it all, I go all out
Made another million, let's hit the f*cking mall now
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Writer: Jason Juami, Emmanuel Oparah
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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