What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma What is my charisma Is it my fortune or my fame What is my charisma, yeah Is it my body or my brain And do I drive you insane Charisma, charisma Is it my money or my name Is it my personality

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Pussy, money, fame (pussy, money and fame, pussy, money and fame) Pussy, money, fame What would you do for that pussy? (for that pussy) What would you do for that fame? (for that fame) What would you do for that money? (for that money) Come alive for

I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry Shit I think a nigga straight 'cause I'm never gon' lie Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing Sent to live and

Yeah, ah, ah You can chase the lights You can chase the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself long girl You must be confused You ain't even blonde girl Or even true to your roots

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

No queda nada, no que da casi nada Lo que yo fui contigo, se perdió en el olvido Lo que viví contigo, se perdió en el olvido Lo nuestro ya paso Ya no estarás conmigo Estoy libre y disfrutando No te estoy buscando Podría decirte que ya Esto se termino

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

À quoi bon? Et puis à quoi bon? T'es tellement seul derrière ton écran Tu penses à c'que vont penser les gens Tout le monde il veut seulement la thune Et seulement ça, ça les fait bander Tout le monde il veut seulement la fame Et seulement ça, ça les