My Buddy - Deuce

Give me that fame, give me that money

Got no shame for these dummies

Give me that fame, give me that money

It’s my game, don’t act funny

Give me that fame, give me that money

I got no shame for these dummies

Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy

You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Give me that fame, give me that money

This is my game, don’t act funny

Call me insane, that’s right, buddy

It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

It’s payback for shit you pulled way back

Playback to when I got played, man

Save that just to keep the pain painless

Now my middle finger’s up in the air, I raise that

Shit’s changing like a fucking rude awakening

No more playing, no more undertaking

Can you hear the articulation?

Are these words getting through to you inside of your head, man?

Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum

How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?

You can’t take this from under my thumb

This rap game ain’t leaving till I’m outdone

Run, run, you don’t want none, punk

Jump, jump when I’m right out front

P-Pop that trunk, boy, here I come, duck

Better check yourself 'fore you come up here, chump

It’s one for the haters all across the globe

Two for the labels trying to stop the show

Three for the homies trying to take the throne

Get ready, set, let’s go

Give me that fame, give me that money

I got no shame for these dummies

Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy

You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Give me that fame, give me that money

This is my game, don’t act funny

Call me insane, that’s right, buddy

It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Oh no, look who’s 'bout to go loco

No more being scared of these bozos

Told you that I’m all about mo' dough

Popos even bump my shit, so don’t

Go broke, give a fuck about your hoe

Show no fear just so you don’t know

Row-row-row your boat, dove go, so

I’m so close to square, ask Dojo’s

I was born and raised, parading SoCal

With some crazy ass motherfucking moguls

Get up off my fucking shoulders

I’m spitting that, shit, ain’t nobody go home, man

Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers?

I ain’t even got to, I told you

You can’t say «hold on»

Bring all the faggot ass foes on

It’s one for the haters all across the globe

Two for the labels trying to stop the show

Three for the homies trying to take the throne

Get ready, set, let’s go

Give me that fame, give me that money

I got no shame for these dummies

Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy

You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Give me that fame, give me that money

This is my game, don’t act funny

Call me insane, that’s right, buddy

It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Watch me while they all say «OMG!»

In the block, fist-pumping that MP3!

I’m not a criminal, I’m just the one behind the scene

Arrested just for flowing on the beat

Look what these people made me out to be!

They don’t know what it’s like to be!

Go get 'em, dawg, let them know «it's over, G»

Ooh-wee, money over everything

Oh, hot damn, you almost got me there, that was a close one

I know you want me, but you can’t get me, bitch-ass faggot

Give me that fame, give me that money

I got no shame for these dummies

Out of my way, you ain’t my buddy

You sure as hell ain’t gonna get lucky

Give me that fame, give me that money

This is my game, don’t act funny

Call me insane, that’s right, buddy

It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Give me that fame, give me that money

Got no shame for these dummies

Give me that fame, give me that money

This is my game, don’t act funny

Call me insane, that’s right, buddy

It’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy

Fuck you bitch, you’re my little bitch

Little fucking doggy

I got you on the fucking leash, you little bitch

Yeah, not now, it’s not over yet, bitch