Fame, Im the man that takes things over
Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow
Fame puts me there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame
Its not your brain, its just the flame
The bitch is gonna get your ends
SLAIN!
(You know I need the money, I will get the money
Cos I need the cash, hey cmon gotta get it)
(You know I need the money, I will get the money
Cos I need the cash, hey cmon gotta get it)
Chorus: RC
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, take it now theres no tomorrow
Fame, what you need youll have to borrow
Fame
Fame
Nine is fine, it plays for time
Imma lemme hit you from be-hind
Fame, Fame
Fame
A bullet for me, I bust it for you
I love it when you grab my gun
Fame
Fame, whats your name? Whats your name? Whats your name?
Say my name? Say my name? Say my name?
The worlds famous, rugged with the superstar persona
Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer
Big timer, Im known in places I havent even been
Executed styles behind men
Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel
My looks hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle
The fame is like Im possessed wit game
And everywhere I go, hoes screamin my name
But Im rollin, not that my bald heads swollen
Im towin, ya fixed up, theyd rather see ya broken
Im scopin often where the spotlights shine
Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time
But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace
They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi
Imma look what the hogg had become
A top notch nigga with the fame game
Outro: RC
Is it any wonder, Ill reject ya first
Fame Fame Fame Fame
Is it any wonder, your hearts too cold to fool
Fame Fame Fame Fame