FFOE Songtext
von Big Sean

I do it
I do
Oh, sh- God
Finally famous, nigga
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that′s what
You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up?
Yeah
It′s Finally Famous over everything Yeah
That's over you too
Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah
I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide
With a white girl, she got a tongue ring
And that might as well be a bullseye
She half naked walking around this
Bitch almost thought I was poolside
Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that′s suicide
One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing
′Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup


"You could lose it twice as fast as you got it
Got it," that's what my grandma told me
You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker
Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs
Rolling OG ′til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D
That's what I rep, nigga, ′til I OD collecting
Everything that this world owe me
I told my mama, "Grab you any kind of car
Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are." Back
To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent
Working overtimes like we get paid off commission
And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain′t got time like my wristlit
No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your
Only job is to make me feel terrific
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what
You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Real niggas, wassup?
Bad bitches, wassup?
D-Town, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Know we going strong, we'll be going
Going, going, going, gone ′til we on
I′m on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday
And if you keep pushing my buttons
Might fuck around and be a Tune Day
Don′t let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day
"Congratulations, dog," man, that's what the whole room say
I want money and security for all of my descendants
We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented
If you don′t fuck with my songs, man
You gotta fuck with the intention
Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses
Whoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God
Man, they sending shots, shots, shots
Shots like they don′t believe I can die
Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop
A legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not
I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the
Best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best
Drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you
Gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Real niggas, wassup?
Bad bitches, wassup?
D-Town, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Finally Famous, wassup?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Know we going strong, we′ll be going
Going, going, going, gone ′til we on