Claim To Fame versuri

Versuri Pz’ – Claim To Fame lyrics

[Intro]
Baby (Blatt)
Hey, hey, hey (I’m gone)

[Chorus]
Constantly thinkin’ ‘bout dollars and yen
I popped out Atlanta, I hit up Lil’ Rokk, he popped out with Glocks and FN
Saint Laurent my coat, I’m doin’ the most, I look like a enderman
I feel like the hottest in fuckin’ the city, the labels is noticin’
Droppin’ the hottest motherfuckin’ tracks, the kids is quotin’ him
Coachella in April, but they tryna get me to rock out a show in Japan
This shit bringin’ tears to my eyes, I just sent my mama and brother a band
Man, Pz’ been poppin’ shit on the map, woah
P’s up, I don’t dap
Save all my brothers that’s stuck in the trap
I be cashin’ out, no bap
Luc1us and Pz’, we fuckin’ up rap, mm
When she open her mouth, I’m lovin’ thе smile, it drive me insanе, uh
I might cash it on clothes and cop my lil’ lawyer a iced-out chain, uh
Nigga dissin’ on Dølla, we hop out the ‘Rari and bust at ya brain (Brrt, brrt)

[Verse]
I be rockin’ these fabrics from Hong Kong, shit lookin’ strange, uh
Put a nigga in holding cells, I’m screamin’ like, „Who is to blame?”
Your nigga was down on the dick, we gettin’ that guala, we pourin’ up fours in the pen
I might go YSL on the fit, when I turn a hundred, I’m never gon’ change
Mix up the Balmain with the Rick, I’m poppin’ these tags, I’m breakin’ the bank
Crush up Promethazine with the Stilpane ‘cause I spent like too much up in Spain (Baow)
I’m feelin’ exquisite with my braids done and these pointers all in my chain

[Chorus]
Constantly thinkin’ ‘bout dollars and yen
I popped out Atlanta, I hit up Lil’ Rokk, he popped out with Glocks and FN (Oh)
Saint Laurent my coat, I’m doin’ the most, I look like a enderman
I feel like the hottest in fuckin’ the city, the labels is noticin’
Droppin’ the hottest motherfuckin’ tracks, the kids is quotin’ him
Coachella in April, but they tryna get me to rock out a show in Japan
This shit bringin’ tears to my eyes, I just sent my mama and brother a band
Man, Pz’ been poppin’ shit on the map, woah
P’s up, I don’t dap
Save all my brothers that’s stuck in the trap
I be cashin’ out, no bap
Luc1us and Pz’, we fuckin’ up rap, mm
When she open her mouth, I’m lovin’ the smile, it drive me insane, uh
I might cash it on clothes and cop my lil’ lawyer a iced-out chain, uh
Nigga dissin’ on Dølla, we hop out the ‘Rari and bust at ya brain