Don't Get Mad Get Famous

Don't get mad, get famou

Ooh, ahh

You better make it to the church on time

They say you better keep your ass in line

Nobody want to let you shine too bright

They too afraid you hit the big-time life

Ain't nobody gonna get your style

You're never gonna be the golden child

But they're just gonna have to wait and see

You're on the cover of a magazine

They can say what they want, but we'll keep on rocking

Ticktock like a bomb about to blow

They keep running their mouths, and we'll keep 'em talking

Here we go, here we go

Everybody hates us (uh-huh, yeah)

Say we're too outrageous (they don't do it like we do, no)

They can't handle greatness (uh-huh, yeah)

Don't get mad, get famous, get famous

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (everybody gonna know your name)

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na, oh-oh

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na

(Na-na-na-na-na) get famous, get famous