RC - Fame lyrics

Fame, I'm the man that takes things over Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow Fame puts me there where things are hollow Fame, fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame The b**h is gonna get your ends, slain You know I need the money, gotta get the money 'Cause I need the cash, hey c'mon, gotta get it You know I need the money, gotta get the money 'Cause I need the cash, hey c'mon, gotta get it Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, take it now, there's no tomorrow Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow Fame, fame, nine is fine, it plays for time I'ma lemme hit you from behind, fame, fame, fame Fame, a bullet for me, I bust it for you I love it when you grab my gun, fame Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Say my name? Say my name? Say my name? The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer, Big Tymer I'm known in places I haven't even been Executed styles behind men Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel My look's hostile, hittin' Remy from the bottle The fame is like I'm possessed wit game And everywhere I go, ho's screamin' my name But I'm rollin', not that my bald head's swollen I'm towin', ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken I'm scopin' often where the spotlights shine Me and my crew drinkin', tryin' to have a good time But folks watchin', wearin' khakis or Versace They try to mock me, caught up in the paparazzi Mama, look what the hogg had became A top notch n***a with the fame game Is it any wonder? I'll reject ya first Fame, fame, fame, fame Is it any wonder? Your heart's too cold to fool Fame, fame, fame, fame