Stars

Oh I need a two tone, reason why I keep two phones nigga back to the trappin

Oh I need the back of the black rolls let me sit with the stars

I throw the shades on, they throwin shades huh, guess who be laughin

Cartier frame for the vision, pictures are vivid wherever we are

I dont do friends nah, I don't pretend either, Im on a ransom

Birds of a feather stay flockin together

Lemme fly on my own

I'll get a mansion, wrist collection full of diamonds who clashin

Different fashion, she picks up the phone whenever I call