PopSTAR! Lyrics

Yeah, I be poppin' shit, I'm a big popper, yeah

If that bitch try to set me up, then I might just pop a bitch

I be coaching niggas on the regular like Popovich

Walk in the store, I see it, I get it, don't gotta even ask what's the cost and shit

I don't even worry bout the cost

You know It costs to be a boss

Pockets on Rick Ross

Diamonds in my teeth, floss

Diamonds in my teeth, water

Diamonds in my teeth, ice

Bad bitch, Ice spice

Beat it up, fight night, yeah

Look, listen, here

I tell that lil' bitch to stay out my business

If We killin' one then we air out the witness

Tired of niggas, just actin' like bitches

If Niggas keep chirpin , I got me a .44

Shoot at his top, what the fuck is he duckin' for

Even if you duck, this bitch is gon' hit your dome

Feelin' like Soulja, she kissin me through the phone

She said, DSMOOVE, why you act Monotone?

You know that you hurt me? you Mi Corazón

It's okay, baby, mi casa su casa

Remember them days, we would whip the impala

Now I be sittin' here chillin in Prada

Gettin' this money, only thing that I'm proud of

They ain't really with me, remember they doubted

They congratulate me but remember they laughed

I just told them niggas I wanna be a rockstar

Rockin stages , shit, I'm already feelin' popstar

I already made it, you can't tell me what the odds are

If I up this toolie, bet he freezing like a parked car

I got bit and gained some powers, I feel like I'm Peter Parker

Heard She talkin' to a ball player, but he is not a starter

Niggas flexin' all that money like it really mean sum

Got my brother pull up, he masked up , tellin' you, yeah, yeah, give me some

Give me that shit, give me that shit

Can't do it like this, I'm finna be rich

Wish you could try this, wish you could try this

I can high to the moon, wake up the next day like what I miss

Gold on my neck it's just like lookin' like piss

She pull up out my dick, and she give it a kiss

And she looked at my hands and seen rings on my fist

Runnin' through niggas just like Marshawn Lynch

I just be geekin', I'm feelin' the tension

I'm geekin' so hard, I can't even pay attention

Wait, hold on, did I mention?

Got me the Glock, it's extended

If they try for reachin' for my pendant

Keep gettin bread, imma spend it