Russ - Kanye West lyrics

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Russ] Damn Yeah It's crazy Imma' show y'all How To Rob But foreal What up Kanye? Or should I scream? You know I had to put you on here And you know it had to be this beat [Hook: Russ] I don't give a f** what these hoes don't like I don't give a f** what these dudes don't like I don't give a f** what you don't like I can still be a celebrity overnight I can drive cars that you wanna' ride I can f** b**hes that you wanna wife But f** that sh**, cause it's not real life And neither is being a celebrity, overnight [Verse 1: Russ] Yeah, knocking on hip-hops door like Jehovah Russ on a Kanye beat like Hova And I'm taking ova' Heart to the Uzi Double dollar sign, shoot truth like a movie Blah blah blah, blah blah Y'all bark too much, bow wow wow wow Now I don't feel you bite, y'all Get hot and flop in the same damn night It's cool being on MTV But when you gonna' let me on BET Got labels in NYC Got dimes in LA like CP3 When I fly to LA Get high in LA Know a couple chicks when I'm in LA Paparazzi won't stop, stop, stop All the cameras go pop, pop, pop I found me and got lost in a big dream Lost you and tryna' find you on a big screen Now it's label office Money on the table, in the label office But it's 'bout damn time It's been ten albums, 'bout these hours Man, it's been ten thousand Paparazzi won't stop, stop, stop All the cameras go pop, pop, pop [Hook: Russ] I don't give a f** what these hoes don't like I don't give a f** what these dudes don't like I don't give a f** what you don't like I can still be a celebrity overnight I can drive cars that you wanna' ride I can f** b**hes that you wanna wife But f** that sh**, cause it's not real life And neither is being a celebrity, overnight