Rick Ross

I'm Not A Star
Maybach music I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45 If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city Load up the choppers like it's december thirty first Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty I told em I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty Back on my benz, been in these bitches 830 Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030 Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I'm lyin' I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie 9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos Niggas feel my pain, I aint even gotta say it Where I come from if they be hopin thatcha payin How I can save when all my niggas in the can And by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star [x4] All black Lamborghini, smokin on the sticky SongtexteGot a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star [x4] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute I know them people wanna stick me with the senates I'm a player catchin bitches like I'm TO Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO My niggas never sing if I need em I go to neo Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star [x4] Aus Songtexte Mania