Hoodie Allen Fame Is For Assholes Lyrics
Fame is for Assholes by Hoodie Allen
Yeah, yeah
First team b_tch
Stop - hoodie time
[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]
B_tches bow down, don't even know me
Told me I'm a dog like Odie
And I only f_ck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brodie
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 (common)
These b_tches want the Action Bronson (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 Levado
But you ain't got no f_ckin' Hoodie in your Serato?
[Hook: 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, it's 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
They didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin
But I don't give a f_ck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision
I can see like everything he missin'
Got a bad b_tch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow
I'mma 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 b_tches 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, bang
[Hook]
Cause fame is for assholes [5x]
[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 doe?
Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?
I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold
Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole
First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole
She tryna f_ck fame but that sh_t is for assholes
Yeah, since I heard they finish first
I'mma appetize then I get that p_ssy for dessert
Clock, clock in you know I always put in work
Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse
I don't even know your accolades
I could do that sh_t in half a day
Act brand new but that's okay
Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey!
[Hook]
First team b_tch
Stop - hoodie time
[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]
B_tches bow down, don't even know me
Told me I'm a dog like Odie
And I only f_ck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brodie
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 (common)
These b_tches want the Action Bronson (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 Levado
But you ain't got no f_ckin' Hoodie in your Serato?
[Hook: 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, it's 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
They didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin
But I don't give a f_ck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision
I can see like everything he missin'
Got a bad b_tch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow
I'mma 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 b_tches 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, bang
[Hook]
Cause fame is for assholes [5x]
[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 doe?
Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?
I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold
Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole
First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole
She tryna f_ck fame but that sh_t is for assholes
Yeah, since I heard they finish first
I'mma appetize then I get that p_ssy for dessert
Clock, clock in you know I always put in work
Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse
I don't even know your accolades
I could do that sh_t in half a day
Act brand new but that's okay
Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey!
[Hook]