Money and Fame by TayoFromOhio Lyrics
Intro:
“King of Love! My King!!” The peanut butter jelly hotter than a chicken wing, can I sing?? Ha, does this one ring a bell because we're in heaven, done by 7 in 1 take — no mistakes, and I never do that, please feel me on this, can you hear me cuz I’m on one, and I run, fun, in 3... 2... 1, let's get it...
Verse 1:
Ever since day two
This year hasn't had a clue
Walk a mile in Tayo’s shoes
I be running how ‘bout you??
Funny, how rumor has it
This album's already a cult classic
For those who sneak listened without sneak dissing
Thanks for y'all's help and now y'all can have it
And yes, the way things are going
The limit's beyond the sky
I could fly away to eternity
But I'm never gonna die
So haters cry me a river
I've got my eyes on the prize
And I never act illegally
Here’s y’all's demise
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses — these the new editions
Doesn’t take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
Verse 2:
So what’s round 2 gonna be like?? A blast from the past?? You need more cash?? Don't even need to ask and it's on me, too “we see you” then let's do it, in 3... 2...
And I'm running laps on a trap house
Get on the team mapping we ‘scaping and caping
Never scraping by and we vapin' “Lord I'm on fire” you just caught me taping we making
Fiddyleven degrees Kevin Bacon
Got a heart of gold no Kevin hating
On pots of gold who debating
“Lord I'm on fire”, we rolling I'm skating We skating
Then they ask us ‘yo who y'all playing
I don't playa hate I'm just saying
And “We On” Justin I'm just saying
When we win please say congratulations
Wasn't sussed out are y'all shook up??
Yeah I move and shake call a cook up
Heaven's “A Place to Be” bae look up
Got her a red car never booked up
We ain't dying or crying we clubbing and flying
No trial and we trying, I'm winning, your highness
My Midas my flyest, in timing I'm timeless
In my time I'm crime-less say hi Heidylflÿess...
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the recognition
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses — these the new editions
Doesn't take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
Remember me on this one, I'm going in, Drake, you feel me, right?? Aight, I got it
Verse 3:
It's the Weekend
Album leaking
Simply speaking
I be geekin'
And you know what I be thinking
There's some money to be made
Not talking Pay Day or 100 Grand
Not candy bars nor candied yams
And if wealthy's just the way I am
That goes without saying when I say I am
And these days, I am in good states, I hope y'all relate, ‘lil sis can wait, we rolling on skates, and going on dates, just eat it I ate, just beat it we meeted and greeted
Just cleaning up and it's heated
Don't mind the patty — what she said
Imma roll a phatty with street cred
I stay well fed only coffee cigarettes
And if I'm larger than life and universes too small to fit in
When you see me on the outs tell my haters they didn't win
When crimes the only sin
And hate and envy's never in
A not guilty plea
And y'all feeling me so I'm free
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the recognition
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses these the new editions
Doesn't take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
These are just the thoughts that I thought that I'd put in rhymes
Talking hard work just know that I put in mine
Sounds good to me then I know that's a good sign
This bumping while I'm driving through my city that's a good time
That's a good time
That's a good time
That's a, that's a
That's a (distortion, laughing)
“King of Love! My King!!” The peanut butter jelly hotter than a chicken wing, can I sing?? Ha, does this one ring a bell because we're in heaven, done by 7 in 1 take — no mistakes, and I never do that, please feel me on this, can you hear me cuz I’m on one, and I run, fun, in 3... 2... 1, let's get it...
Verse 1:
Ever since day two
This year hasn't had a clue
Walk a mile in Tayo’s shoes
I be running how ‘bout you??
Funny, how rumor has it
This album's already a cult classic
For those who sneak listened without sneak dissing
Thanks for y'all's help and now y'all can have it
And yes, the way things are going
The limit's beyond the sky
I could fly away to eternity
But I'm never gonna die
So haters cry me a river
I've got my eyes on the prize
And I never act illegally
Here’s y’all's demise
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses — these the new editions
Doesn’t take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
Verse 2:
So what’s round 2 gonna be like?? A blast from the past?? You need more cash?? Don't even need to ask and it's on me, too “we see you” then let's do it, in 3... 2...
And I'm running laps on a trap house
Get on the team mapping we ‘scaping and caping
Never scraping by and we vapin' “Lord I'm on fire” you just caught me taping we making
Fiddyleven degrees Kevin Bacon
Got a heart of gold no Kevin hating
On pots of gold who debating
“Lord I'm on fire”, we rolling I'm skating We skating
Then they ask us ‘yo who y'all playing
I don't playa hate I'm just saying
And “We On” Justin I'm just saying
When we win please say congratulations
Wasn't sussed out are y'all shook up??
Yeah I move and shake call a cook up
Heaven's “A Place to Be” bae look up
Got her a red car never booked up
We ain't dying or crying we clubbing and flying
No trial and we trying, I'm winning, your highness
My Midas my flyest, in timing I'm timeless
In my time I'm crime-less say hi Heidylflÿess...
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the recognition
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses — these the new editions
Doesn't take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
Remember me on this one, I'm going in, Drake, you feel me, right?? Aight, I got it
Verse 3:
It's the Weekend
Album leaking
Simply speaking
I be geekin'
And you know what I be thinking
There's some money to be made
Not talking Pay Day or 100 Grand
Not candy bars nor candied yams
And if wealthy's just the way I am
That goes without saying when I say I am
And these days, I am in good states, I hope y'all relate, ‘lil sis can wait, we rolling on skates, and going on dates, just eat it I ate, just beat it we meeted and greeted
Just cleaning up and it's heated
Don't mind the patty — what she said
Imma roll a phatty with street cred
I stay well fed only coffee cigarettes
And if I'm larger than life and universes too small to fit in
When you see me on the outs tell my haters they didn't win
When crimes the only sin
And hate and envy's never in
A not guilty plea
And y'all feeling me so I'm free
Hook:
I did it for the money and the fame, for the broads and the recognition
Next thing you know, these haters coming up with some new conditions
Just wrote me a couple more verses these the new editions
Doesn't take a genius to learn, can you do addition?
Add up all the effort, hard work and the grind
Born to make these hits, yeah -- even coming from behind
Haters said they'd pan me -- did it ever cross y'all's minds
That it all panned out cuz a nigga put in the time??
These are just the thoughts that I thought that I'd put in rhymes
Talking hard work just know that I put in mine
Sounds good to me then I know that's a good sign
This bumping while I'm driving through my city that's a good time
That's a good time
That's a good time
That's a, that's a
That's a (distortion, laughing)