Nick Cannon - Famous Lyrics

[Intro:]
{Cheyah}
You don't need no Money, {Cheyah!}
You don't need no Talent, {Cheyah!}
You don't need no Furs, {Cheyah!}
You don't need no Diamonds, {Cheyah!}
You don't need no Girls, {Cheyah!}
You don't need no Cars, {Cheyah!}
When the beat drop, show 'em you a superstar

[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
Jump, jump, Like you famous
Shake, shake, Like you famous
Dance, dance, Like you famous
Drink, drink, Like you famous
F*ck, F*ck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous

[Verse 1: Akon]
Just lookin' at you, I can see your star
Gotta tell you girl I'm impressed 'bout how you are
Everything is lining up perfect with no flaw
The only thing you need is someone like me involved.

To break you all down, I know you've been waiting all day
Just get rid of those clowns and I will show you the way
Stop hanging around, we can paint this town
Until the lights come down on you,
And make you famous

[Hook:]
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, Bitch, I'm famous

Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)

[Verse 2: Akon]
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
When this beat drop let them know who you are

[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
Jump, jump, Like you famous
Shake, shake, Like you famous
Dance, dance, Like you famous
Drink, drink, Like you famous
F*ck, F*ck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous

[Verse 3:]
(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous)
When I'm broke in a ma'f*cka drove to the club
In an ugly old school V-dub bucket

(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous)
I don't give a f*ck, I'm buying out the bar
That seventeen, thirty eight Remy Mar'
Brought it hard, I'm a call three broads
To manaja twa, in my Adidas
Not louis vuitton dwag, these kncok-offs
I'm tryin' to get my papers like Peter Popoff
Late night BET need a prayer cloth
Savin my money like so dead lost
Sex tapes like I'm wrestling -beu tokes-?
Smoke weed, doing shots, it ain't my fault, so

[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
Jump, jump, Like you famous
Shake, shake, Like you famous
Dance, dance, Like you famous
Drink, drink, Like you famous
F*ck, F*ck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous

Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous
(That seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I'm famous
(That seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)