Rockstar Lyrics

Why you gotta trip

Why you gotta dip

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips

She like how I live

She know that I run this bitch

I was destined for this

I studied the greats

Kanye, Wayne and T-pain

Same fans screaming my name

All love when I hit the stage

She wants me to slide to her place

To eat up and beat up, yeah

Eat it up and beat it up, yeah

I feed her yeah, I'm sweeter yeah, uh

I treat her yeah, so comfortable, uh

Don't fuck with us we're loaded up, yeah

One shot just gonna fuck you up, yeah

One life so we live it up, yeah

One night so I give it up, yeah

City life gotta hold of us, yeah

Turn back no we can't turn back

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips

I take her to new heights

She likes the limelight

It's only been one night

But she know it feels right

Take her on a jet ride

Just so we can get high

She never had this life

She never had this type

What I never realized

Is what it would feel like

To have her on my side

With her I didn't waste no time

I didn't waste no time on it, no

Didn't waste no time with other hoes

She been mine from she moment she said hello

We hate to lose but we always lose control

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips

Why you gotta trip girl

Why you tryna dip

You know I ain't with the shits

Let me show you how I live

Have you feeling like a rockstar

Fat cribs, foreign whips