Celebrity

[Intro: Akon]

Yeah, hey

Yeah, uh huh, Akon and Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I just touched down Ferrari to concrete, uh

I ain't even home and they talkin' bout me (What)

Fuck out my ear if you talkin' bout free

Nigga free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all out, B

These rappers don't know me, nah I ain't your homey

If your name ain't Em, Ferrari, or Tony

I make my wheel chromey, my Bentley, my Rollie

My Magnum, my Fourty, South Jamaica shorty

These races I took in the gut yo

The roach still here I'm just cookin' it up slow

Clear my mind I'm whippin' the truck low

My pop dead, but he live through his son though

If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho

Still eatin' lobster and shrimp in the bungalow

I'm back like crack, over the drum roll

You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Refrain: Akon]

We on the grind, all the time, hey

Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine, hey

I keep a nine, hey; you see the shine, hey

I might let your ass slide this time

While I get this paper, paper

While I get this paper, paper

Cause I'm a celebrity, I don't need none of y'all

Ghetto celebrity - keep your punk-ass awards

I'm a celebrity, take your fake smiles off

Ghetto celebrity, ain't nothin' changed nigga

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

The media will test ya popularity, is pressure

Porche or Panoram a platinum hammer through their measure

Wreck a booth up I'm too tough, that inner city grammar

Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I sparkle for the camera

Harsh reality is what's closin' and holdin' the Mac from openin'

Verbal attack all over these niggas push the herbs to the back

I'm the kind that they prey on, spendin' half of they day on

They on niggas for days 'til shots spray on

My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac

Six-four jumpin' like the ground too hot

The spot near chase a nigga down two blocks

Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't here

Two-tone, two-door, green top, blue floor

Green gwop galore, in and out - a new whore

The bright lights you saw, was a paparazzi flash

Tryin' to snap a picture through your Maserati glass

[Refrain: Akon]

We on the grind, all the time, hey

Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine, hey

I keep a nine, hey; you see the shine, hey

I might let your ass slide this time

While I get this paper, paper

While I get this paper, paper

Cause I'm a celebrity, I don't need none of y'all

Ghetto celebrity - keep your punk-ass awards

I'm a celebrity, take your fake smiles off

Ghetto celebrity, ain't nothin' changed nigga

[Fade out]

Ain't nothin' changed nigga

Ain't nothin' changed nigga

Ain't nothin' changed nigga

Ain't nothin' changed nigga