Fell In Love
| Title | Fell In Love |
|---|---|
| Artist | Fame Frasier |
| Album | Dope |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Hook: Fame Frasier] I wake up in the mornin' Say hello to my bitches I cannot catch no feelings but I'm steady catchin' riches They look me in my eye and say baby don't you love me I look at em reply tell em bitch I love the money uhhh I fell in love with the money uhh I fell in love with the money uhh They look me in my eye and say baby don't you love me I look at 'em reply tell em bitch I love the money uhhh [Verse 1: Fame Frasier] I think about the money all in my sleep So I start chasin' that when I lace up them Jordan 3's My alphabet fucked up it's all M's and G's And I can't forget the fact that I'm a young P Fame Music go follow, I'm swaggin' like a model Double M till the world ends yea bitch that's still my motto I'm in Hollister today I'll be in Levi's tomorrow Don't let the swag fool you leave you headless Sleepy Hollow Got them big guns like an army do Not braggin' I'm warnin' you My bros got them birds like a farmer do I'm on pharmaceut- -ical double cup, bout to flip that double up Miss doublemint got a bubble butt fuck her twice that's double guts, uh I'm tryin to tell em that I'm somethin' else I swear the sex great cuz I don't need no fuckin' help Do it for my fam with my clique and pay myself Life's a bitch and I'mma buy that ho a Louis belt Chorus [Verse 1: Fame Frasier] Everyday like a relay I stay chasin' that cheesecake, eatin' good like I need weight Don't worry mama I'mma be straight Everytime I hop in the Chevy I'm peelin' off like a speed chase Jealous people sayin I ain't good is you kiddin bitch I bleed great, goddamn Strapped up like tony ain't talkin tiger, money, puffin that good gettin' higher and higher Makin' it out of nothin I'm Fame aka Macguyver Shout out to all the others but I'm a southsider Had the scale on, with the cup on it weigh the good in it got it gone While y'all sittin' back on the couch I grind to get what I want Steady flippin' shit like flapjacks gymnastics how I get gold But even though I'm a hustler I'll never sell my soul Bitch I'm dope, old money like the pope These fiends tell me yes, I ain't never heard a no Swear I hold my city and my state down like a rope Hustlin over time pushin' everything I got hope You might also likeChorus |