Princess Superstar - Famous lyrics
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 litle 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 bu*ter my knife betcha everybody jealous betcha wonder what its like - died 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's now I got big bong filled up with champagne be calm if you gonna approach got 10 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 don't wanna work all day wanna chill with Dre wanna a maid wanna get paid wanna a limo and a plane then i wanna complain OK 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 b**h platinum fridge I dont need it cuz I dont really ever eat but f** it Im rich it's tough when everybody wants your 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 thas 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 don't wanna work all day wanna chill with Dre wanna a maid wanna get paid wanna a limo and a plane then i wanna complain ok wanna be famous have a Mentos /they're imported, i can afford it pinto to pentho im boughetto hey you! get me something now! ( why?) I said so! ooh when I feel romantic my vibrator got its own mechanic speaks Spanish (muchas gracias Manual I think I'll manage) make me a caviar sandwich! damn this paparazzi get lost oh look go chase Ozzie my Versace's tight big fight punch another star front page of the Star it's alright cuz we like always brawlin ballin got our lawyers callin if you say mo money mo problems you just need a little bit more to solve 'em chorus