Stars

You not cool, boy I'm cooler
Thanks to my jeweler
I walk in the stores, shop 'til I snore
You tell jokes, you's a fool
I got Pistol I'll shoot ya and I'ma score
Shooting guard shooting forward
Walk in the spot like wheres my food? Niggas used to Window Shop
I didn't
Fuck Iggy, I would if I could fuck Brittney I would then
Get all this money I could
Fuck all that I should
Fuck that, I'm gonna
Stars on every Corner

Niggas on every block, I still be shoppin' at every shop
'Member posted at Grandmommas
Selling dope and Marijuana
Now I be riding in them tonkas, fucking on bitches and they mommas
Baby already know I'm ignorant
'Cause I know I'm G as Fuck

You not cool, boy I'm cooler
Thanks to my jeweler
I walk in the stores, shop 'til I snore
You tell jokes, you's a fool
I got Pistol I'll shoot ya and I'ma score
Shooting guard shooting forward
Walk in the spot like wheres my food? Niggas used to Window Shop
I didn't
Fuck Iggy, I would if I could fuck Brittney I would then
Get all this money I could
Fuck all that I should
Fuck that, I'm gonna
Stars on every Corner

Bitch, I'm hot as a tender
And I'm a sinner
Furs for the winter
Handful of millions
Bounced back out the trenches
I'm Great but I can be better
By the way it can't be measured, fly like a feather
Yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout my cheddar et cetera, et cetera
Please do not question
I don't like pedestrians
Keep spraying guns like Mexicans
Smokin Keisha gettin' top by a lesbian
Ain't no CZs in my pendant, these stones inside my pendant

You not cool, boy I'm cooler
Thanks to my jeweler
I walk in the stores, shop 'til I snore
You tell jokes, you's a fool
I got Pistol I'll shoot ya and I'ma score
Shooting guard shooting forward
Walk in the spot like wheres my food? Niggas used to Window Shop
I didn't
Fuck Iggy, I would if I could fuck Brittney I would then
Get all this money I could
Fuck all that I should
Fuck that, I'm gonna
Stars on every Corner



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Carr Rafelson, Eric Kupper
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