No Fame Video (MV)

She wanna get a drink, but we ain't going to the club
Breaking down the weed, but I ain't rollin up
We can talk bout cars again I know you want a Benz
Red leather bucket seats, the backseat ain't for kids
5% her white claw, 5% my tint
I know she got big titties I'ma keep her as a friend
I don't like that check to check, I ain't bout meeting ends
You keep asking for money, shit I think you need a cleanse
Cuttin off that fake shit I'm talkin bout old friends
But rest in peace to dead homies we gon meet again
Life is way too short I make sure every day I live
The world is just a piece of shit I'm still debating kids
She my honey butter chicken biscuit only eleven to eleven
Preachin money over bitches
I'm the Gucci leather reverend, this a message
Ain't no peasants when I'm steppin
Espolon inside my beverage
When you copy give me credit where It's due, yeah
My hitta handyman he ridin with the tools, yeah
This a open written letter made to you, yeah
BBS wheels baby what it do, yeah
Hotbox the coupe, yeah
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I just want the money, yeah
I just-I just want the money, yeah
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I just want the money, yeah
I just-I just want the money, yeah
She got that Meg the Stallion, you know that body-ody
I ain't hittin raw unless she down to meet my mommy
Change of plans nah, go and trick on simps to make some money
This dick got re-restrictions unless I'm hittin and I'm runnin
Put on Nikes run up checks got progress since the Series 3
I been runnin shit for years man, y'all just never noticed me
I keep it under wraps, I'm talking business plans
Don't be sharing everything
They might take it and flip it and then stab you in the back
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I don't want no fame, want no fame, want no fame, no
I just want the money, yeah
I just-I just want the money, yeah