She Wants a Rockstar

[Intro]
Wo-ah-oh
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus 1]
No she won’t fuck with a kid, so I’m getting cash
No she won’t fuck with a jit, so I’m getting bands
And it don’t matter what she said, I couldn’t handle that
Cause all I knew was hurry up and fucking get them bands yeah

[Chorus]
Now I ride with a stick (oh-oh)
That bitch wanna fuck with a rockstar, let her swallow my kids (yeah-yeah)
Pussy be sweeter than pop-tarts, when she all on the dick yeah
I can’t be falling in love now, but I’m tryna get a hit yeah
Tryna get a hit hey

Living Bel-Air lit (Bel-Air lit)
Went from a jit to a don now, I mean look at my wrist (oh-woah)
I’m the one calling the shots now, I mean look at my fit yeah
Ford to a Bentley my truck now, in this life that I live (oh)
In this life I live (yeah)

[Verse 1]
All of these bitches with no bra, why they tryna take all of my clothes
I got a problem, I know I but I know that I don’t gotta show
How I be feeling inside, fucking this bitch that I don’t like
Getting the cash, wanted more life
Doing no wrong, only do right

Met a new bitch Mercedes, yeah
Driving away all my ladies, yeah
Drip and drop designer, girl I got a fetti fetish yeah
Asking me who do I love
Asking me who do I trust
I don’t know nothing about love
I only know about lust

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Sad, sad, sad, world baby
Bad, bad, bad, girls baby
Know its too upfront but love your damn, damn, damn, curls baby
I gotta drip, yeah I know
I’m boutta get you fasho
I think I need you, I know
Where in the fuck would I go
Ey

[Chorus]
Now I ride with a stick (yeah-yeah)
That bitch wanna fuck with a rockstar, let her swallow my kids
Pussy be sweeter than pop-tarts, when she all on the dick yeah
I can’t be falling in love now, but I’m tryna get a hit yeah
Tryna get a hit hey

Living Bel-Air lit (Bel-Air lit)
Went from a jit to a don now, I mean look at my wrist
I’m the one calling the shots now, I mean look at my fit yeah
Ford to a Bentley my truck now, in this life that I live
In this life I live