Feeling Famous (feat. Saintninety9)

I count my racks and I'm up in the back feeling famous I blow her back. With my crew we attack Ain't no kidding, pop out when I make it Couple of bands I got stuffed in my pants I be spitting my tracks feeling famous You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings You sit by a screen and you shame us You talking the talk but not walking the walk I be chilling, we pop out in Vegas I blow her back. With my crew we attack Ain't no kidding. Pop out when I make it Couple of bands I got stuffed in my pants I be spitting my tracks feeling famous You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings You sit by a screen and you shame us You talking the talk but not walking the walk I be chilling, we pop out in Vegas Pull up on the scene with a stainless I know I'm a saint but my ways are not gracious You say that your crews on greatness Let's go to war show madam your braveness Best wear a mask where your face is G's back heat all this steel is contagious I need privacy when I'm famous S-A-I-N-T on the scene all faceless Don't give a f*ck about groupies Don't try seduce me Man will go ghost like it's spooky My wife's big back's looking juicy Love every time she's wearing a two piece They see my team and then freeze I'm chasing my dreams Trust me I swear I'll achieve Servin' this food, no cuisine Gone deep in these streets Lucky I'm still in one piece I blow her back. With my crew we attack Ain't no kidding. Pop out when I make it Couple of bands I got stuffed in my pants I be spitting my tracks feeling famous You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings You sit by a screen and you shame us You talking the talk but not walking the walk I be chilling, we pop out in Vegas I blow her back. With my crew we attack Ain't no kidding. Pop out when I make it Couple of bands I got stuffed in my pants I be spitting my tracks feeling famous You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings You sit by a screen and you shame us You talking the talk but not walking the walk I be chilling, we pop out in Vegas