C                                    
Bitches bow down, don't even know me
Am                           
Told me I'm a dog like Odie
           C                                                  
And I only fuck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brody
Am                                   
Made her come trice like Obie, damn
F                                       G    
  So I don't shop at Alexander McQueen (why?)
                                
I don't even know what that mean
F                                     
Tryna live life on an everyday scheme
    G                                               
The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well
C                              Am
  We don't got that in common (common)
                                       C
These bitches want the Action Bronson (Bronson)
                             
I give a little Magic Johnson
Am                                            
Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson
F                            
  Oh they mad cause I got flow
          G                                 
And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho
      F                                  
So my pockets getting bigger like Lovato
    G                                               
But you ain't got no fuckin' Hoodie in your Serato?

                    
[Hook]
C           Am                  
  Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am                
  You want my life, I want the same
F                   G                            
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          G N.C.     
You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C     
Cause fame is for assholes

                       
[Verse 2]
                                       
Hold up, stop, came here with a mission
Am                                     
Didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin
                   C                                
But I don't give a fuck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision
Am                                    
I can see like everything he missin'
          F                                       
Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow
      G                                      
I'mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out
F                                            
Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned
G N.C.                                   
  And I don't ever leave my bed alone
C                              
Tryna tell my future like Cleo
                Am                                      
Tell me I’m the one, treat the kid like he Neo, damn
C                                                 
Thousand white bitches in the club, that's a kilo
Am                                           
Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande
F                              
  I'm all about the ass and bush
       G                                           
That's why they lookin' at me like I'm Ashton Kush
      F             
I'm a bastard, look
                   
I'm a fashion crook
   N.C.                          C        
So let me take your clothes off, damn

      
[Hook]
          Am                   
Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am                
  You want my life, I want the same
F                                                  
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          G N.C.     
You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C    Am     
Cause fame is for assholes
                     C    Am     
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F    G     
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F        
Cause fame is for assholes

                      
[Verse 3: Chiddy Bang]
N.C.                   
Stop - Chiddy time
C                                    
  I hear girl like "come to the telly"
Am                                              
Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly
F                                           
Just walked in, why they lookin' at me doe?
Am                                           
Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?
F                                         
  I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold
G                                              
Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole
F                                                  
First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole
    G N.C.                                             
She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes
C                                     
  Yeah, since I heard they finish first
      Am                                          
I'mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert
C                                             
Clock, clock in you know I always put in work
      Am                                           
Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse
F                                   
  I don't need to know your accolades
G                                  
  I could do that shit in half a day
F                             
Act brand new but that's okay
           G N.C.                                   
Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey!

      
[Hook]
C           Am                   
  Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am                
  You want my life, I want the same
F                   G                             
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          G N.C.     
You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C    Am     
Cause fame is for assholes
                     C    Am     
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F     
Cause fame is for assholes
                  G                             
You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          N.C.     
You ain't no celebrity, so stop