Chamillionaire ft. Famous - Famous Lyrics

In the corridor you see that
On the wall over there in the corner
Underneath the staircase that's the Hall of Fame
(In the hall) put your picture because you're (Famous)
You want it and you got it
(You know why) because you're (Famous)
You want it and you got it
(They gone ride) because you're (Famous)
You want it and you got it
And they'll try cause you know

They gone see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger
They gone see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
All your friends will tell ya that you're goin through some changes
Tryin to count your pockets
Tryin to see what your change is
Cause you're (Famous)
You want it and you got it yeah you got it

Come on man look
You can't believe a groupie
She'll be telling you that she wanna
Go and tell the media that you took the nookie from her
Daughter and the mother
Both smarter than a mother
Blonde is the color dye their hair
Then they act like Dumb and Dumber
Lookin for the pipe
You just tryin to be a plumber
They got to be the DJ for them
To say that you was drummer
Be famous if you wanna
You gonna be worse than Jeffrey Dahmer
Everybody wonder how could you decapitate your Hummer
For summer after summer
One will have to be your number
Cause they gone say your done
If you come any number under cause you're (famous)
Be famous if you wanna
They shootin at the club
And they gonna name you as the gunner
Cause you're (Famous)
Be famous if you wanna
I hope you got a lawyer that could beat it like a drummer (Famous)

The one the only hey homie
Fame ain't the problem it's the one's that phony
The game ain't the problem just the ones before me
Hate on your brothers yet claim they OG's
But deal your worst hand who gone fold me
This where the platinum and gold be and Cham told me

They gone see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger (I know)
They gone see you pull up in the old school with the swangers (Fo sho)
All your friends'll tell ya that you're goin through some changes
Tryin to count your pockets (Let's go)
Tryin to see what your change is
Cause you're (I'm Famous)
You want it and you got it (I got it) yeah (yeah) you got it

I started so far underground
Thought I'd never see the light
But I ain't even need the lime
I just had to see a mic
And now they got me in the mags
Baby don't believe the hype
Catch me at award shows
Boys can't perceive I'm nice
So I'm a put it in they face
Like proof of seeing Christ
Now guess who getting cake
Need proof you see the ice

I see ya finally graduated up to riding tour bus
All the groupies in it they gone tell you that it's the whore bus

Tell me how the heck can any groupie not adore us
Hoppin out the yellow Lamborghinis with the doors up

Haha you gone be buying Lamborghinis with your tour bucks (Yeah)
Then you'll probably say you're out of money when the tour's up (aw man)
Spend it on your jewels your arm lookin like a cool cup

Man we spend it on them tools too naw we ain't fool-ish
Cause God's plan man is already scripted
Can't jump the B-wagon and already missed it
Shit and if you missed it hey you just missed it
Dig it my style I already switched it (Already)
Young black and gifted
And if fame is a drug I need the whole World addicted

They gone see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger (You missed it man)
They gone see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
All your friends will tell ya that you're goin through some changes (True)
Tryin to count your pockets
Tryin to see what your change is
Cause you're (I'm Famous)
You want it and you got it yeah you got it (I'm feelin it though)

Look tell the truth (Truth)
The game ain't as cool as I thought it'd be (Straight up)
They saw me in the Forbes
Everybody telling me they digging me
All my enemies say that a friend's what they consider me
I turn my back they take the knife and try to stab it into me
I'm pulling 'em off the lot where they at doin diddley
Squat and now I got plenty haters tryin to get at me
So what is you gonna do when they see you with me in Italy
And paparazzi pictures picture you as the epitome
A superstar literally following you like Brit-aney
How the heck you tell me you can handle that you kidding me
You're famous