Bitch Ima Star

[Intro]
Muthafu**a, aye
I'm a muthafuckin' star nigga
Aye, Brrrrr

[Chorus]
Bitch Ima Star when I hop out the car
Who the fuck is you nigga, don't know who you are
And I smoke lotta dope, I don't smoke no cigar
Niggas hatin', bitches crazy, they know who we are

[Verse 1]
You say you a real nigga, that's a lie
Time is money, If you ain't got no money I don't got the time
I'm a cocky ass nigga, yeah nigga, yeah I'm fly
I got pretty bitches around, I don't even gotta try
Blue strips on my lap, make a bitch throw it back
I've been passin' all these bitches like a quarterback
All you fuck niggas trash, so I hadda comeback
After good dick, Ima make em bitches run back
MCM bag cost a whole g
Niggas mad cuz I was fuckin' with they shorty
And nigga trust me when I tell you I ain't sorry
How the fuck you mad if you ain't had her right before me
Tired of all you bitches tryna be some Kim K's
Just stay in school bitch and try to get yo rent paid
Go get some money instead of always tryna get laid
Bitch I talk shit cuz a nigga really been paid

[Chorus]
Bitch Ima Star when I hop out the car
Who the fuck is you nigga, don't know who you are
And I smoke lotta dope, I don't smoke no cigar
Niggas hatin', bitches crazy, they know who we are

[Verse 2]
Feeling lazy, bladder got codeine
Flexin' hard like a nigga sip protein
All my niggas ball hard nigga, like a pro team
Ride or die's with me, I've been steppin' with the whole team
We gon' pull up with the sticks, boom boom nigga
Real niggas in my circle, no room nigga
Everybody know that you a bitch and a fool nigga
So hop off my dick, we was never coo nigga
Chains pure gold, they ain't stainless
Designer shoes, you niggas broke shoppin' Payless
I like all the cash up on the table, not no payments
Married to the money baby, I ain't tryna be famous
Fuck around nigga, you get gunned down
In the summer I be puffy puffy with the top down
Ass so fat, It get jiggy when It drop down
Get down do yo thang baby, suck me till the sun down

[Chorus]
Bitch Ima Star when I hop out the car
Who the fuck is you nigga, don't know who you are
And I smoke lotta dope, I don't smoke no cigar
Niggas hatin', bitches crazy, they know who we are