Don´t get mad, get famous
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
Tick tock 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