Onna Star Lyrics

You cant see me more

I'm in that little two seater bitch

You see that glow coming off my wrist

I bet that hoe get me on her list

Took more puffs I'm off it

Beat that shit unconscious

Yeah I know them dogs I make one phone call and you dropping

Designer on my face

Mixing shit with taste

Must be out the matrix cuz the money in a race

It come to me the fastest i switched gears I up the pace

You talking all that bullshit and they up it in your face

Ooo ooo money coming

Ooo ooo keep on coming

Ooo ooo money coming

Ooo ooo she coming

Ooo ooo now she coming

Ooo ooo now she coming over

Ooo ooo now she coming over

Ooo ooo now she cumming

Everyday I'm in a spaceship with flaws on my face but

She don't care she love it I'm blessed with the bass

I'm thumbing through the cash thinking bout all the days cuz

Bitch I was the dirt ball hitting all the licks

Now I'm fucking in a five star

Bending all them corners

I don't fuck with weirdos your buddy shoulda warned you

I came out the dirty I scrambled for dinner

Now I pick and choose leaving tips when I enter

I feel selfish

I feel selfish

I feel selfish

I feel selfish

I feel selfish

I'm so selfless

I'm so selfless

I'm so selfless

Don't put up a front when I'm around all these people they know that I go to the fullest

I'm making withdrawals so I bundle the dollars and put it in Saint Laurent pouches

I was abandoned I stayed in the dark so I plotted a come up like look where I'm headed

Cant fuck with complaints man I started from nothing

So when I hear your ass just know I just dead it