[Intro]
You know
Fame is one hell of a drug
All y'all talk about is fame, clout, shit

[Chorus]
Fame is all they talkin' 'bout
Fuckin' with my mental (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (For real)
I need big bags all around (Bags)
And it could be so simple (Uh huh)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yah)

[Verse]
Fuck the fame, I need that bag, nigga (Bag)
You a lame, you a sad nigga (Sad)
I know the game, I did the math (I did the math)
I'm gettin' change, I make it add quicker (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pick her up from the strip club and she had the trash bag wit' her
Yeah, I heard these corny niggas hatin', all I could do is laugh, nigga
Yeah, 'cause I be on, shit they don't be on (Yeah)
All my weed neon (Yeah)
Chain on freon (Okay)
That bitch that you love and you wouldn't dare cheat on (Yeah)
The type that I skeet on and pour Don P on (Damn)
Call up in the AM, call and see what G on (Brrt)
Tell 'em throw the beat on, and I'ma throw the heat on (Yeah)
Niggas can't eat on the block that I be on (No, no)
A nick get sold in the park, then put me on (Yeah)
Ugly ass sneakers
Cost me 'bout a G bar (Word)
You wanna know what Dot Ski on? (What?)
The bull that the thots be on (Yeah)
They be begging me to hit, I ain't ever on my Cosby jawn (Nah)
Had a thing for a cocky jawn with a fat ass in them yoga pants and her Huaraches on
Hotel party in the lobby drawn (Yeah)
Said she don't eat meat, throw some broccoli on (For real)
She wanna ride, so I let her get her jocky on
Do you, don't worry 'bout what I be doin' (Yeah)

[Break]
You know the vibes, the vibe is heavy (Yeah)
It's on the way (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Fame is all they talkin' 'bout
Fuckin' with my mental (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (For real)
I need big bags all around (Bags)
And it could be so simple (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yah)