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I'm gon' be so famous Every time we roll down the street, people'll be like, "Aah, aah" Me and Tay Quad, Trey, oh, we gon' shop in this some real like Oh, they like, "You know that, ooh, aah, what the fuck She famous, she famous" (yeah, yeah) Ha, ha, mm I wanna be famous (c'mon, c'mon, everybody say yeah) I wanna be famous Do you know how famous I am? TV trucks parked all over my land, all a part of the plan Every single little fan shake my little hand Snort a little gram, rehab, and back again What a wonderful life, what a wonder Make a hundred million dollars like I'm riding a bike Got a butler for life, watch him butter my knife Bet you everybody jealous, bet you wonder what it's like Dyed my hair blonde, wrote a hit song Got a dot com, bought Louis and Vuitton Up until this year, I lived at home with my mom Now I got a big bong filled with champagne Be calm if you gonna approach Got ten bodyguards who wanna punch you in the nose Better never come close, got a house on each coast Just to house fur coats and, um, my bathrobes Want everyone to know my name (I wanna be famous) Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game (I wanna be famous) Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre Want a maid, wanna get paid Want a limo and a plane, then I wanna complain, okay (I wanna be famous) Look, I never knew about the bloods and the crips But I know about the tucks and the nips College? I skipped, but got the collagen In my lips, my tits, lipo, the hips Check me out on Cribs, it's a trip Me and Prince eatin' ribs, drippin' on golden bibs My private driveway is like the Verrazano bridge, I'm very much a bitch Platinum fridge, I don't need it 'Cause I don't really ever eat but, aww fuck it, I'm rich It's tough when everybody wants an autograph Tough to get a cab when you wear a cap and you look crap Middle finger, take a picture of that, that photo makes me look fat That's bad, I look like Danny DeVito Just wanna jog incognito, what's with you people? Want everyone to know my name (I wanna be famous) Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game (I wanna be famous) Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre Want a maid, wanna get paid Want a limo and a plane, then I wanna complain, okay (I wanna be famous) Go on, have a Mentos, they're imported, I can afford it Pinto to pentho, I'm boughetto Hey, get me something now (why?) I said so Ooh, when I feel romantic, my vibrator got it's own mechanic Speaks Spanish, "Muchas gracias, Manuel" I think I'll manage, make me a caviar sandwich Damn this, paparazzi get lost, oh look, go chase Ozzy My Versace's tight, big fight, punch another star Front page of the Star, it's alright 'Cause we like always brawling, balling, got our lawyers calling If you say mo' money, mo' problems You just need a little bit more to solve 'em Want everyone to know my name (I wanna be famous) Want cars, want cribs, wanna be the boss of the game (I wanna be famous) Don't wanna work all day, wanna chill with Dre Want a maid, wanna get paid Want a limo and a plane, then I wanna complain, god-dang (I wanna be famous) I want a Limo, I want bits of ice, I need some bright lips I need something over her Yo, gimme that! You want some' like, you don't be laughing at me You don't laugh, I want some jewellry (I wanna be famous) Give me that ice (It's time to go to bed) I need that dollar, dollar bill What you really-, what's wrong with you? I don't have no bed time What you? I ain't going to bed Girl, I wanna be famous, I don't know what you talking about For real, for real
Writer(s): Concetta Kirschner, Todd N. Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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