STARS

[Intro]
Yuh yuh ah ah ah ah ah
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Yuh yuh yeah, I shoot up to the stars
Got me no domestic whips, bitch
It's only foreign cars (yuh)
And they say Söze going hard
I been locked inside the zone
I don't even know where we are (yuh yuh)
Is that shit thrifted or Gucci?
Your look don't look right
And my look look like a movie
And look bro, you look like a goofy
My look look like a look book, like Vogue man
It goes together smoothly (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Fuck all these bitches
I chill with the bros
And yeah, we all got them switches
Like porcelain, wе clean them up like dishеs
Your mistress got wishes
To suck on my dick, it's so crazy (yeah)
Big income it don't phase me
I throw bodies like football
They call me Tom Brady
And baby, I hope you don't hate me
But I'm here for more seasons
This game is what made me
And maybe, I misbehave 'cause the money I got lately
This shit feel incredible
From Honda to Mercedes

ON GANG
Yuh yuh

[Verse 2]
Big income it don't phase me
I throw bodies like football
They call me Tom Brady
And baby, I hope you don't hate me
But I'm here for more seasons
This game is what made me
And maybe, I misbehave 'cause the money I got lately
This shit feel incredible
From Honda to Mercedes
I sleep with the fish
And all my dawgs got them rabies
This money procreate
And I be getting all its babies (ok lets go)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Shoot up to the stars
Got me no domestic whips, bitch
It's only foreign cars (yuh)
And they say Söze going hard
I been locked inside the zone
I don't even know where we are (yuh yuh)
Is that shit thrifted or Gucci?
Your look don't look right
And my look look like a movie
And look bro, you look like a goofy
My look look like a look book, like Vogue man
It goes together smoothly