Calvin Harris - Famous Dude lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky] It's like, these days dicky been up on his grind Tryna spit a rhyme Fly enough to get cracker signed It's aight tho I been typing all damn night bro Kikes gotta write raps right, no typo Nice flow Best up in the game, no Michael I guess I gotta wait for the fame, no lipo But damn, if ya man had a hoard of fanbase I'd have a lot to cover like a corpulent klan face Go on some man dates Wit D'Caprio and Drake And make a man cave full of chronic and pancakes A handshake's all I'm really wantin from LeBron tho Iono Think I'd rather get up wit his mom And do it delonte, couple bottles of Andre In pompei, getting dirtier than some laundry I'm freakin that ho, just for Cleveland man But first thing I'mma need some fans [Hook: Lil Dicky] Cuz little dicky tryna make that cake, like a balla do And denigrate little wayne up at a bar-b-q And I just wanna hit the floor wit pauly D And cross swords up wit Tommy Lee So where the muhf**ers drinkin the ciroc at Where the f** the rock at Where the bad b**hes on this mediocre co*k atttt I'm tryna make the move From gay, lame, dateless j** to famous dude, ya dig? [Verse 2: Lil Dicky] First grade and I was thirsty I was wantin fame up in the muthaf**in worst way Word play, gotta get ya ya boy up on some first take Skip Bay, Steve A, get up in they a** ya dig If I'm celebbin then I'm getting wit mccadams's The hottest women on the muthaf**in planet kid I'm tryna get up at Selena Mess around wit mila I remember when it was Christina Genie up in a bottle, but now she couldn't fit up on a waterbed I wanna score a ten imagine Natalie portman And if she borin then, ill get a ride in ma DeLorean And go before it, securing the who*e I been adoring since I was a teen, ya mean Brittany spears, whacha doin Couple years, dat career and dat metabolism ruined Yain't know about me yet But the future do On youtube, I been getting some views [Hook] Cuz little dicky tryna make that cake, like a balla do And denigrate little wayne up at a bar-b-q And I just wanna hit the floor wit pauly D And cross swords up wit Tommy Lee So where the muhf**ers drinkin the ciroc at Where the f** the rock at Where the bad b**hes on this mediocre co*k atttt I'm tryna make the move From gay, lame, dateless j** to famous dude, ya dig? [Verse 3: Lil Dicky] Ay, enough about a boo, ion't need a b**h But I need a clique Full a people Derek jeterish Love the bieber kid That's a hell of a dude Well I ain't met him but his documentary was the truth I'd holla back at snoop, drop a couple tracks in the booth He'd prolly have me high enough to take a nap as I poop I'm callin kobe Bryant up because I'm f**ing wit his game But it's such a shame, I can tell that muthaf**a lame tho Flame flow Ain't nobody even know ma name tho And all I wanna do is know if channing's really gay tho All I wanna do is play Durant up in some Halo Play shows, date hoes, where the f** diddy at Where lil dicky gonn spit at And where the crib at And where da rose gold sh** at I'm tryna get dat I wish dat I was sitting courtside for games And lickin on Kate Upton's titties [Hook] Cuz little dicky tryna make that cake, like a balla do And denigrate little wayne up at a bar-b-q And I just wanna hit the floor wit pauly D And cross swords up wit Tommy Lee So where the muhf**ers drinkin the ciroc at Where the f** the rock at Where the bad b**hes on this mediocre co*k atttt I'm tryna make the move From gay, lame, dateless j** to famous dude, ya dig?