Fame(Bonus Track) - Borgore

Borgore is my sugar daddy

I love to wear Fendi

When I'm riding Bentley

I love to wear Prada

When I ride your mother

I got so much money

Don't know how to spend it

Might just buy your b**ch

And later I just rent it

Yes I love investments b**ches think

That I'm investment

B**ches want a monthly paycheck

So they trying to get pregnant

People want free bottles

So they coming to my table

Say they know me

Or someone on my label

She heard that I'm a DJ

She asks me to f**k her

Really nice tits I ask her

Who's her doctor

'Cause this other girl I f**ked

Was insecure during a threesome

Baby you are beautiful just suck me

Till my dick's numb

F**k I feel dumb

Just checked her on Instagram

Thought she had no boyfriend

But I know her boyfriend

He's a good kid

B**ches have no morals

B**ch will drip in cum

Just for couple dollars

People are fake

B**ches love fame

They wanna be your friend

Just to mention your name

Yes I love this place

But I hate this city

Everything is perfect

Nothing's really pretty

People are fake

B**ches love fame

They wanna be your friend

Just to mention your name

Yes I love this place

But I hate this city

Everything is perfect

Nothing's really pretty

I got your b**ch tiptoeing

On my yacht deck

You think she loves you

But she f**ks me behind your back

Just being smart gotta

Take care of her babies

I'll be blowing hundreds

While you sweat for them twenties

I promised that I'll call her

Now she wants apology

But so is all the people

Who'd been tricked by Scientology

You want apology

Here goes my apology

I'm sorry I don't give a f**k

But you're still in love with me

It's probably my Louis V

Or my cool apartment

I don't have a license got Mercedes

Cause I want it

Sex full of cake b**ches wanna try it

Making models swallow

Just to f**k their coc*ine diet

Just f**k with their dreams b**ch

You not an artist

Sleeping with directors

Doesn't make you an actress

Sleeping with producers

Doesn't make you a singer

Sleeping with big dreams

Waking up a stripper

People are fake

B**ches love fame

They wanna be your friend

Just to mention your name

Yes I love this place

But I hate this city

Everything is perfect

Nothing's really pretty

People are fake

B**ches love fame

They wanna be your friend

Just to mention your name

Yes I love this place

But I hate this city

Everything is perfect

Nothing's really pretty