"For The Fame" lyrics

"For The Fame"
(feat. Chris Brown & Wynter Gordon)

She ain't in it for the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame), for the fame (For the fame)

She ain't in it for the fame
For the fame, for the fame
She said that she ain't in it for the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
She said that she ain't in it for the fame

Uh, please no intro
Tyga she already know (Know, know)
Come and spend the night with me
And tell me what you into (Into)
Uh, can I take you home? (Home)
Wake up in the morn' (Yeah, morn')
My-My side of the bed (Yeah, bed)
Next minute I'm gone (Oh-whoa, yeah, gone)
You smile too, I'll probably smile if I was you
Always keep it real with me and I'ma keep it real with you (You)
Her friends like, "How you gon' handle him?"

'Cause she ain't in it for the fame (Ha-ha, yeah, yeah)
For the fame, for the fame
She said that she ain't in it for the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
Hey, hey (She said that she ain't in it for the fame, yeah)

I ain't in it for the fame (Yeah)
I ain't tryna play the game (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, you know I'm down for you, oh
I don't need your money, no (Yeah)
I ain't in it for the show (Yeah, yeah)
But I love you, I said that I ain't in it for the fame

So what you're here for?
Is you really down for sure?
Let me know
Fly you out to anywhere you wanna go (Wanna go)
Same night (Night, night)
New ice (Ice, ice)
Flashing lights (Lights, lights)
I can change your life (Baby)
But she don't really want none of
Homie, tryna holler but she only be wantin' my love (Oh-oh, my love)
Bein' on the magazine
Movie screen, she ain't never seen

'Cause she ain't in it for the fame (Ha-ha, yeah)
For the fame, for the fame ('Cause she ain't, she ain't)
She said that she ain't in it for the fame (For the fame, she ain't, she ain't, she ain't)
For the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
Hey, hey (She said that she ain't in it for the fame, yeah)

I ain't in it for the fame (Yeah)
I ain't tryna play the game (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, you know I'm down for you, oh
I don't need your money, no (Yeah)
I ain't in it for the show (Yeah, yeah)
But I love you, I said that I ain't in it for the fame

Shorty, I gotta be real honest
'Cause I got a thing for you (Oh)
I'll do everything I promise
So what you wanna do?
Boy, I want you
And I know you want me
Why don't you put it on me?
'Cause you like what you see

Ah! Hands up, stick up the crowd
I wanna hear you shout it out
Young Money in the house
Show you what them dollars 'bout (Yeah-yeah)
Ghetto girls, loud mouth
Quiet chicks, never 'bout
Point 'em out
They're all good as long as (Yeah)

She ain't in it for the fame (Ha-ha, yeah, I ain't in it for the fame)
For the fame (Oh), for the fame (Yeah)
She said that she ain't in it for the fame (For the fame, she ain't in it)
For the fame (For the fame, she ain't in it)
For the fame (For the fame, yeah)
Hey, hey (She said that she ain't in it for the fame, yeah)

I ain't in it for the fame (Baby girl)
I ain't tryna play the game (Yeah, yeah)
Boy, you know I'm down for you, oh (Oh-whoa)
I don't need your money, no (Yeah)
I ain't in it for the show (Yeah, yeah)
But I love you, I said that I ain't in it for the fame

She ain't it for the fame, yeah, yeah
I ain't it for the fame, no
She ain't it for the fame, yeah, yeah
'Cause I ain't it for the fame, no
She ain't it for the fame, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
For the fame
Yeah, yeah
She ain't it for the fame, yeah, yeah
She ain't it for the fame, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh)
She ain't it for the fame
She ain't it for the fame
She ain't it for the fame
She ain't it for the fame


Thanks to Louis for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Jess Reed Jackson, Wynter Gordon
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