Love Scars (Im Not a Rockstar)

Got the bag in my bag
Yo bitch can get bagged
And this coup go fast
Running up this cash
Bad hoes on my ass
Racks up in my stash
I don't give a damn
No I ain't touching them those for when we get in jams
She don't like my past baby this just who I am
I still don't like cams
Running up them ms
I ain't even worried bout them
I ain't even worried bout him
I ain't even worried bout her
You was trying to see me on a curb
You was trying to see me on a corner
Mask on no corona
Bitch I'm a loner
Rollin my own blunt stoner
Trying rock pointers
Diamonds on her toenails
She said i am so rare
Pull up in that
Pulling up in
In that red hot box you'd think its no air
Say he want smoke you shouldn't even go there
Aye
Imma fly private
Quit callin my phone you wylin
Put my shit on silent
Play a lil violin
This glizzy don't got no mileage
These lil niggas be childish
Cus these lil niggas be childish
Money make my problems vanish
Brokeanese you speaking spannish
Even my email money spam me
It's crazy I'm still standing

Please
Don't confuse me with no popstar
She gone do me like a rockstar
I get money it ain't that hard
Bro nem sipping on that wokhart
Sorry baby I got love scars
Sorry baby I got (Love scars)
She want me to make a love song
But she won't love me till i get on
Fuck it
Hop up in that jag
I'm in my bag
'First' don't end up last
Can't go out bad
Niggas love to hate
I love to get paid
I worked like a slave
They throw dirt on my name