Star
I mother fucking rock star
Ok
Ok
All black whip
All black tint
All black fit
It don't make sense
How the belt match the shoes
Shoes match the watch
Your bitch riding shotgun
Her friend in the back
Her friend off the yak
Her friend smoking pack
Her friend got another friend
If I circle back
Bro just relax, bro these the facts
I'm in the spot
Where the stars and the bosses at
I'm in the spot
And I bump into Lamar Jack
I told him bring the trophy home
Then I gave him dap
I don't care what you saying
Shut your fucking mouth
Nigga dripped in Louie down
To his drawls and socks
It cost to be the boss
So I spent it nigga
If you can't afford it
Should've lent it nigga
You a lame
That's why you never link with niggas
Got the game on lock
I won't relinquish nigga
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Hootie bout his cream
And my team surpreme
Living the dream with the squad
Leave bitches in awe cause I'm a Gawd
Word to Todd
Paying the cost to be the boss
Niggas fraud
Rolling a log cause Shellz a hog
Hootie Mack
May catch a contact, you get to close
May get you smoked
Like mama pot roast
The holy ghost hit your soul
My scriptures rang off
I am the one the top gun
Cruising like Tom, busting a mom
Straight savage
Rolling the cabbage, it keep me healthy
How she manage
To keep all that ass from shaking like jelly
Must be magic
I'm here for the pressure
I never panic
Bring the static
At the top like an attic
Want it can have it
Cause
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
You ain't riding the same whips (See that car, that's my motherfucking car)
You ain't busting the same chicks
You ain't rocking the same kicks
You ain't on the shit I'm with (See that broad, that's my motherfucking broad)
I'm two legit to quit
Yea we bout it bout it (You ain't a star, I'm a motherfucking star)
Ain't no limit solider
But we rowdy rowdy (You ain't a star, I'm a motherfucking star)
Ok
Ok
All black whip
All black tint
All black fit
It don't make sense
How the belt match the shoes
Shoes match the watch
Your bitch riding shotgun
Her friend in the back
Her friend off the yak
Her friend smoking pack
Her friend got another friend
If I circle back
Bro just relax, bro these the facts
I'm in the spot
Where the stars and the bosses at
I'm in the spot
And I bump into Lamar Jack
I told him bring the trophy home
Then I gave him dap
I don't care what you saying
Shut your fucking mouth
Nigga dripped in Louie down
To his drawls and socks
It cost to be the boss
So I spent it nigga
If you can't afford it
Should've lent it nigga
You a lame
That's why you never link with niggas
Got the game on lock
I won't relinquish nigga
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Hootie bout his cream
And my team surpreme
Living the dream with the squad
Leave bitches in awe cause I'm a Gawd
Word to Todd
Paying the cost to be the boss
Niggas fraud
Rolling a log cause Shellz a hog
Hootie Mack
May catch a contact, you get to close
May get you smoked
Like mama pot roast
The holy ghost hit your soul
My scriptures rang off
I am the one the top gun
Cruising like Tom, busting a mom
Straight savage
Rolling the cabbage, it keep me healthy
How she manage
To keep all that ass from shaking like jelly
Must be magic
I'm here for the pressure
I never panic
Bring the static
At the top like an attic
Want it can have it
Cause
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
Imma star
I'm a motherfucking star
You ain't no star
You ain't no motherfucking star
You ain't riding the same whips (See that car, that's my motherfucking car)
You ain't busting the same chicks
You ain't rocking the same kicks
You ain't on the shit I'm with (See that broad, that's my motherfucking broad)
I'm two legit to quit
Yea we bout it bout it (You ain't a star, I'm a motherfucking star)
Ain't no limit solider
But we rowdy rowdy (You ain't a star, I'm a motherfucking star)
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Writer(s): Shelton Smith
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