Fame Is For Assholes

[Intro: Hoodie Allen]

Yeah, yeah

First team bitch

Stop! Hoodie time

[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]

Bitches bow down, don't even know me

Told me I'm a dog like Odie

And I only fuck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brody

Made her come trice like Obie, damn

So I don't shop at Alexander McQueen

Why? I don't even know what that mean

Tryna live life on an everyday scheme

The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well

We don't got that in common

These bitches want the action, Bronson

I give a little magic, Johnson

Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson

Oh, they mad 'cause I got flow

And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho

So my pockets getting bigger like Lovato

But you ain't got no fuckin' Hoodie in your Serato?

[Chorus: Hoodie Allen]

Talk to me, tell me your name

You want my life, I want the same

You say that it's meant to be, meant to be

You ain't no celebrity, so stop

'Cause fame is for assholes

[Verse 2: Hoodie Allen]

Hold up, stop, came here with a mission

Didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin

But I don't give a fuck, no Luck, I got 20/20 vision

I can see like everything he missin'

Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow

I'ma make a million dollars so I have her pass out

Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned

And I don't ever leave my bed alone

Tryna tell my future like Cleo

Tell me I'm the one, treat the kid like he Neo, damn

Thousand white bitches in the club, that's a kilo

Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande

I'm all about the ass and bush

That's why they lookin' at me like I'm Ashton Kush

I'm a bastard, look, I'm a fashion crook

So let me take your clothes off, bam

[Chorus: Hoodie Allen]

Talk to me, tell me your name

You want my life, I want the same

You say that it's meant to be, meant to be

You ain't no celebrity, so stop

'Cause fame is for assholes

'Cause fame is for assholes

'Cause fame is for assholes

'Cause fame is for assholes

[Verse 3: Chiddy Bang]

Stop! Chiddy time

I hear girl like, "Come to the telly"

Hit me on the phone, you could run to the celly

Just walked in, why they lookin' at me though?

Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?

I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold

Swack ho, prolly gettin' tail like a tadpole

First time I seen her, man, she wave like a flagpole

She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes

Yeah, since I heard they finish first

I'ma appetize, then I get that pussy for dessert

Clock, clock in, you know I always put in work

Tryna find her, it's easy, she got designer on her purse

I don't need to know your accolades

I could do that shit in half a day

Act brand new but that's okay

'Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey

[Chorus: Hoodie Allen]

Talk to me, tell me your name

You want my life, I want the same

You say that it's meant to be, meant to be

You ain't no celebrity, so stop

'Cause fame is for assholes

'Cause fame is for assholes

'Cause fame is for assholes

You say that it's meant to be, meant to be

You ain't no celebrity, so stop

'Cause fame is for assholes