ROCKSTAR SHIT ! Lyrics

(Yeah, huh, yeah)

(Yeah huh, huh, uh, yeah)

(Yeah, oh, yeah)

(Yeah, huh, huh, uh, uh)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, uh, uh)

(Oh-ooo-oh-oh-oh)

On my rockstar shit, I fuck your bitch, oh

She my best friend but she still gon' suck on this dick, hoe

Counting big bands, a hundred fifty thousand on my wrist, woah

I'ma talk my shit, no you can't have this, no

Your pockets hurt

Off of the drugs, pop another perc

Straight from the mud, came from the dirt

Make another song hoping that it work

If you wonder, I do this with ease

Heat on me, bitch a hundred degrees

Smoke in the air, I can't even see

If that's your bitch, then why she getting on her knees for me

And I got a choppa on me with a big ass beam

It's not red, it's green

And I fell in love with a bitch but it's not what it seems

She a fucking fiend

Pull up to your party, fresh as hell, yeah I'm really clean

Uh, you don't really know how I felt so I had to leave

Fake friends, leave 'em in the past

Huh, yeah, I'm feeling really sad

Big bands, counting up the cash

Huh, yeah, so I'm not really sad

If you don't fuck with me, then let's talk about it

Money that I make, I don't give a fuck about it

Lowkey, I just want the love, never really gave a fuck about the money, please let me be

On my rockstar shit, I fuck your bitch, oh

She my best friend but she still gon' suck on this dick, hoe

Counting big bands, a hundred fifty thousand on my wrist, woah

I'ma talk my shit, no you can't have this, no

On my rockstar shit, I fuck your bitch, oh

She my best friend but she still gon' suck on this dick, hoe

Counting big bands, a hundred fifty thousand on my wrist, woah

I'ma talk my shit, no you can't have this, no

Your pockets hurt

Off of the drugs, pop another perc

Straight from the mud, came from the dirt

Make another song hoping that it work

If you wonder, I do this with ease

Heat on me, bitch a hundred degrees

Smoke in the air, I can't even see

If that's your bitch, then why she getting on her knees for me