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