(feat. Rico Love & T.A.)





[Intro: Fat Joe]

Ho! Yeah

Coca

I can make you famous, ow!

We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight

Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz!

Yeah, yo, yo



[Fat Joe]

He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA

Singin in the mirror they think it's ea-sy

Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy

Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy

First class flights, star for a night

Be like Russell, have a model for a wife

See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop some ice

Hey! Even if you're dumb, you'll still be bright

Yeah, the red carpet, flashin lights

Joan Rivers, shake face lookin extra tight

Urbane leisure, lookin next and right

And let me guess, man you probably havin sex tonight

And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight

And when your dress come off he see the cellulite

Then off you go, let the trumpets blow

Spotlight is off ya it's the end of the show (y'know)



[Chorus - sung]

Everybody wants to be famous

But the famous wants more to be left alone

Cause no one really wants to go through these changes

Paparazzi snappin pictures at your home

Congratulations (woo) baby you're a star

(You hear that baby? You're a star, hahaha)

Congratulations - the world knows who you are

(The world knows you, at least for today)



[T.A.]

Yo, yo



I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my city

A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me, yeah

Best rap album what I'm shootin for every year

Pick a place player my name is heavy there

It's groupies everywhere and they all want me

Even the young ones so I need ID

Still ride hat low two-deep in a two-seat

When I flow through don't ever try to confuse me

I ain't tryin to be rude so excuse me

Watch me two step in my brand new Louis'

Bounce, bounce bounce on the track

Every girl wanna know when T.A. comin back

I'm famous, I made it, successful

Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best food

If you work hard enough your dreams'll come true

A star could be me or a star could be you



[Chorus]



[Rico Love]

Yeah

Yo, too easy y'all, hahaha

Yo, hahaha



As we said I ain't a boss to not be lyin

Now why you bitches labels got me drivin{?}

Nigga I'm in orbit, ball a whole bunch

You call that mortgage, I call that lunch

And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might hunch

And I ain't even gotta spike her punch

Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend

Pen the big hits, I don't even use a pen

Hehe, I'm like Luther and them

I cheese hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin

... but I got bulletproof cheeks

Bust off on her like she got bulletproof sheets

Ask B, rope for us

Peep the fee, boats are plush

And maybe I spoke too much

But if you want to win you gotta go through us



[Chorus]