Outasight - Fame And Fortune Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: The Kid Daytona] Daytona, I want the fame and the fortune The range and the Porsche and 34 ceilings in the penthouse apartment To spend the fortune on clothes from Ralph Lauren Oh, with the new girl, gee Dorsey And who he involved with? You can check till you teeth I mean I should be eating portraits on seas of San Champez 85 degrees and blue oceans where accents are green The pa**ion to see in life without a wall or a need It's like falling free, don't it seem like everyone's dream like your current dream? Yeah, I can now see it in front of me, I won't let what's become of me Become of me and get it all taken from me, at the snap of a finger June turns December, the end of it and nobody can remember [Hook] First thing's first, I heard that Everyone thinks they deserve a little fame and fortune They want it all, have it all Lastly that I find, I am bout to go for mine I can't explain it, I want it, I have to have it all [Verse 2: Outasight] Back from hiatus, let me be the first to say hi haters Tailored slacks, raw labors Substance, style, we all lust for the papers School of hard knocks, no majors Everyone's on ya tip, no waiters, still partying, no favors Got Bacardi and some b**hes but no faders And now you feel me and now you don't I don't care, I lost my mind and my wallet So I got no ideas, years of raising the bar and breaking in gla** cheers Who knew it'd be so stressful to be successful? But now that I'm here, revenge is a dish best served cold So use it as an F-U to those who test you [Hook] [Bridge: Outasight] I want a house in the hills, don't worry bout bills, I want it all I want the flyest clothes and the finest hoes, I want it all Don't care about greed, gimme what I need and so much more… [Verse 3: Donny Goines] And now everything that always glitters ain't gold You listen to hoes and all the sudden mimic the flow Visions of dough and how you look exquisite in clothes you can't afford That ain't the cause but you ripping these hoes, right? You want the cover of GQ, centerfolds and seafood Diddy got it, why not me? You can drive a Bentley, fly on private jets And dive all night, now you wonder why you in debt From models and poles, put models in shows When I was in fold, you be the greatest famous marvel they know Grace the stage, bouncing from state to state, no longer day to day Living in graded space, no wonder, you got it major flossing But in reality, there ain't no major boss men You living with your mama and your baby's toilet So why you fixated on the fame and fortune? Get a job n***a