[Intro: M Huncho]
(Quincy, tell 'em)
(That's Chucks)
How do you expect me to get paid
Treat music like drugs and the bando is my stage
Ye, ye, ye, ye

[Chorus: M Huncho & Potter Payper]
How do you expect me to get paid
I treat music like drugs and the bando is my stage
How do you expect me to keep sane
When they're all up in my business, I want money not the fame
Fame (want money not the fame)
How do you expect me to keep sane
When they wanna take my life and freedom away
How do you expect me to keep sane
Fame (want money not the fame)
How do you expect me to keep sane
When I can't even be myself without you feeling a way
How do you expect me to keep sane

[Verse 1: Potter Payper]
When I see shots ricochet, smoke about a zip a day
Chillin' in the kitchen, cooking cocaine fricassée
You the type to rap it, never see you participate
All I know is innovate, all they do is imitate
All I wanna do is see some smiles on my sister's faces
Do a lot more mileage, see a million places
If you felt a way then how comes you never say shit
Remember when you said you wrote me but didn't mail it
I can't be going back and forth with you, this shit is draining
Everybody speaking on me, I'm a known pagan
I should let it go, but violation's violation
And your guilty by association
Said if I see him, imma spin straight
Criminally I'm insane
Ever since a little boy, this is what they've been sayin'
Voices, I can't think straight
Every single shit day
God knows I'm a good man, learning from my mistakes
[Chorus: M Huncho & Potter Payper]
Fame (want money not the fame)
How do you expect me to keep sane
When they wanna take my life and freedom away
How do you expect me to keep sane
Fame (want money not the fame)
How do you expect me to keep sane
When I can't even be myself without you feeling a way
How do you expect me to keep sane

[Verse 2: M Huncho]
How do you expect me to get paid
Got a hundred different ways
Need this money in a safe (I do)
How do you expect me to get paid
Gotta keep myself in check
Gotta get it anyway (I do)
I ran towards the check
Never felt so blessed
I don't feel no threat
Beef with me is rare
I've been going so fast
Brother told me slow down
I don't even know how
Treat it like a playground
This is ain't even fun no more
3 hoes, Santa Claus
I don't even want the hoe
Find peace when I'm alone
Used to call me Vince McMahon
I invested into RAW
Preachin, I was door to door
[Chorus: M Huncho & Potter Payper]
How do you expect me to keep sane
When they wanna take my life and freedom away
How do you expect me to keep sane
Fame (want money, not the fame)
How do you expect me to keep sane
When I can't even be myself without you feeling a way
How do you expect me to keep sane