Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.


First Verse: 


I done been through it all nigga, from evictions to repos. 
I ain’t catching Z’s when you called nigga, I don’t know what’s a sleep-mode. 
I been in the game for so long, I should start selling cheat codes. 
Keep sleeping on me, cause I’m from the nap. And six feet where your bed goes. 
You small time, I got big goals. 
Fat boi play a big role. 
Ain’t nothing sweet, try me. Like a cancer stick, cig blow. 
Bad women, good intentions. Short heights, tall extensions. 
Pussy wet I might fall in it, don’t trust easy, ain’t all in it. 
Money be calling me, calling me, calling me. I pick up the phone. 
If it’s that shorty who follow me, calling me, thinking I’m balling. Ignoring my phone. 
Back in the trap, running it in for a sack. Tryna get back to the racks. 
But you all cap, telling nothing but them lies, steady screaming all facts. 
Me and my niggas is strapped, moving that pack, nigga you know where we at. 
Play with me pussy, I never been cat. 
Far from a rookie, you know I’m a vet. 
Huddle up, double up. YoungMac putting them Nap on the map. 
Wrist cold, neck froze. So is my heart, ain’t no coming from that. 


Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.


Second Verse:


Sun kissed is my diamonds, gold on me no mining. 
Big bank, no chime’n. True religion, no Amish. 
What’s two cents? keep your comments. 
Big facts, honest. 
Rock body, onyx. 
Throw it up, vomit. 
That’s NTF, til the death of me. 
Cook raw, family recipe. 
Die hard for the right charge, that’s a high price no half fee. 
Blood bottoms, cold red. Ice fountain that Mountain Dew. 
Shark tales, fish fry. Backstroke in that swimming pool. 
Dirty mattress, we flip sides. 
No caption, we going live. 
Shorty ain’t in my vision, all I see is them dollar signs. 
Hustle man selling pigeons, yeah I got it from the bottom rock. 
Steady climbing to the top. 
never quit, what’s a stopwatch. 
I don’t know them in my city, but my city know I got it on lock. 
jehovah witness in your yard, talk is cheap. Get your door knocked. 
Business man, no shirt and jeans. Pressed down with a bow tie. 
Clean cut, waves in. I was born to go against the tides. 


Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.

Money Without The Fame Prod. By Ace Bankz

Chorus:


Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.
Keep it in the fam(ily), trust my big bra.
And if you acting tough, then we call your bluff.

I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice. 
Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.


1st Verse:


Run around your way, that's a perfect screen.
Word around the way, I keep a perfect beam.
Hands around her waist, that's a perfect dream.
Bands all in my pants, that's the perfect jeans.
You niggas is weak, that I don't like, like Chief Keef.
Getting money, pockets past fat. Cash on obese. 
Hit the plug for the drugs, keep the crack off in the yo(studio).
I been whipping since a young'n, that's something mama don't know. 
They say, "boy you got a leave." Okay I'm gone.
Smell good with the work, i'm putting on like cologne. 
Michigan to New York, Iowa to Ohio.
Swear I feel just like Sleez, tell'em go check my bio. 
Better yet I check the mail, bet a check is on the way.
Now we eat Filet mignon, and we shop in other states. 
And you know your boy legal, keep the ratchet for the snakes. 
NTF we NBA, I ball hard we need a ring. 


Chorus:


Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.
Keep it in the fam(ily), trust my big bra.
And if you acting tough, then we call your bluff.

I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice. 
Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.


2nd Verse:


Hola to connect, shout out to Fletcher.
Swear I got the juice, like I'm affiliates with Welch's.
Diamonds coca white, lemon rita's in my bezel. 
Got your girl thirsty, cause I make it rain you make it drizzle. 
Think you balling with your new loan, that you cruise in.
But my new song triple 0's, nigro got your girl choosing.
Looking like i'm moving, it's a movie cop a ticket. 
Headliner rock designer, triple B's my only women. 
Fresh to death casket, bless the best madness. 
Tricking ain't pimping, if you spending than you're bragging. 
OG left the old kick, new life in that foreign whip. 
Oldies in my old school, new wife she a foreign chick.
White girl with a black friend, omg smh.
White girl twerk like she black, omg everyday. 
Tattoos, 6 inch model strut when she walk nigga.
Big dog, Big Pun. Crush a lot, no little nigga. 


Chorus:


Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.
Keep it in the fam(ily), trust my big bra.
And if you acting tough, then we call your bluff.

I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice.
I got the juice. 
Shout out to my plug, that's a pick up.
I got the juice, I feel like Bishop.

I Got The Juice Prod. By OfficialStreetEmpire

Image being 8 years old, outside in the front yard watching your oldest sister freestyle rapping with a few of her high school buddies having the 1st musical declaration impact on your life. That was the exact moment Young Mac knew deep down in his soul that he could do that, wanted to do that and do it at a level were all would admit that he’s definitely destined to do music.
In the time since then, Young Mac, has released his latest single, getting ever increasing support, called, “Groupie Love”. The track has shown so much of his diversity as an artist that it’s getting air time from Indianapolis, IN, to radio stations in Central America. Every single Young Mac has released has done well on the scene; With views and likes over 24,500 via Soundcloud, 5200 through Reverbnation, 5,000 at Hulkshare, and 18,500 on Spinrilla. By the looks of things, and the mindset of, “For We Deserve to Shine”, nothing can stop him from achieving his eventual goal of being an internationally known and relevant artist. 
Young Mac said, “My music not only expresses my life’s situations back then and now, but also relates to my listeners and their everyday lifestyles. I wanted to be more than just a catchy hook over a dope beat. So I developed an intellectual yet likable longevity style of flow. I refused To Be another watered down, no deep or meaningful concepts type of Rapper. The Money Diamond, "For We Deserve To Shine", which is my label's motto & logo, basically sums up what I stand on”. 

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I Got The Juice Prod. By OfficialStreetEmpire

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