^Chorus: I know your hating on me cause I'm famous (oh please) I know your hating on me cause I'm famous (what's it look like) I know your hating on me cause I'm famous Let them all know what my name is (T Dot Strydes) ^{Repeated Verse 1: Tinchy Stryder} I know your hating on me because I'm famous So I got mortgage to move from them haters Yeah I keep it old school, grim no blazers All around star in the hood where my base is Get mine early but I am in the latest I ain't gotta spend a penny cause of my status And I got a pretty little something shes dangerous When it comes to girlfriends I keep mine nameless Won't see me wanna roll like I ain't famous Yeah my chain got popped outside Faces Pricks must of seen that bling in the pendant Next day I got it back cause I know majors Back to my music, back to my papers Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces Back to my boy whose discussing my wages One by one I'm wrapping mine like razors ^{Chorus Verse 2: Tinchy Stryder} I came from the grime house Now I'm on the mainstream Some say I lost it, nah I'm on a whole keys Like I never made underground with kofi That's why I be bossing them around cause they know me Now let me proceed them man driving at a slow speed I'm tryna lap em like I'm running from the police Them man are tryna be the old me their chilling back in 03 While I'm on the podium with trophy's, Yeah and I'm a go all out, I'm in black but my diamonds are all out So take time or we'll fall out I ain't buying your cheap tool but I can afford that Yeah, you do you let me do me Had a couple number 1's let me get 3 more Or maybe that's greed, 3rd album 1st try everythings free ^{Chorus Verse 3: Tinchy Stryder} Why'd you wanna hate for? You ain't gotta see me I ain't in your real world I'm only on your TV I ain't in a Bentley I'm only in a TT I don't ring your girl but she holla's on a BB Living like a rockstar born in tha 80's Certified I top charts I ain't doing maybes That's why I be asking em how we looking lately Cause they never answered I'm taking it as flee g, flee, yea Now I'm heavy round an Atlas Good CV but I'm looking for a night shift That's when a real star shines bright I done told them I'm looking for a hatrick Three gang stryder, and I'm more famous Even my ex girlfriends little niece knows what my name is Different level different stages In the hood I'm on an a-list. ^Chorus