Famous (Remix)

[Hook – Rich The Kid][x2] 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 Rarri You driving a Ford A rich nigga walking around with a 50 Count up when I'm bored [Hook][x2] [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' [Hook] [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