Star - IDK

If you catch my girl legs open, better smash that

Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at

Big dope, used to sell smoke

White goat, she got white nose

I ain’t no killa, ain’t no hitta, ain’t no ho

I’m a sinner, I’m a winner, I’m a motherfuckin' star

Bitch I am a star

M Sport coupe, that’s a fast car

Worry 'bout me, and you won’t get very far

Bitch I am a star, bitch I am a star

Bitch I am a self made, black paid nigga with a big dick

I’m surrounded by green, like I’m sitting in a picnic

You surrounded by hate but you love me, you can’t pick which

You big mad or lil mad?

Me, I’m just big rich

Repeat, I’m just big rich

I press unlock, I reverse, then I shift it

You turn a key just to start, that’s okay though

Long as you don’t try to hate on my halo, bless

I got them angels, yes

I built this shit, piece by piece, like a LEGO

Peace sign, peace, no more draco

East side east, west side lay low

West side west, east side lay low

Catching up, you no able

Say you up, that’s a fable

20 bands, under the table (lord)

My taxes bout to hit six figures

Mama used to claim me, make the tax return bigger

Used to have my hand on the .38 trigger

Now I got my hand on my hand, Birdman, getting

Big dope, used to sell smoke

White goat, she got white nose

I ain’t no killa, ain’t no hitta, ain’t no ho

I’m a sinner, I’m a winner, I’m a motherfuckin' star

Bitch I am a star

M Sport coupe, that’s a fast car

Worry 'bout me, and you won’t get very far

Bitch I am a star, bitch I am a star

Bitch I am a star

Where the bands, where the bands at?

White people think I’m moving bricks in saran wrap

Black people think I prolly flip in the damn trap

Meanwhile, I put 20 bands in the NASDAQ

All my dirty money turning clean, bitch I passed that

Yeah that nigga smart, but he snitched, he a lab rat

If you catch my girl legs open, better smash that

Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at

Where the, where the cash at?

Bitch I get to flowing when I go in like a madman

Step inside with Saint Laurent, I’m lookin' like I tap dance

I could eat a rapper like a motherfuckin' rap snack

Hide the body, stash that

Dig a ditch, pour the fifth

I don’t sip on no liq

I don’t smoke, bitch I quit

You want smoke?

They got it

PG nigga, shots on point, so they hit

Steph Curry with the 30 buzzer beater, that’s a swish

Big dope, used to sell smoke

White goat, she got white nose

I ain’t no killa, ain’t no hitta, ain’t no ho

I’m a sinner, I’m a winner, I’m a motherfuckin' star

Bitch I am a star

M Sport coupe, that’s a fast car

Worry 'bout me, and you won’t get very far

Bitch I am a star, bitch I am a star

Bitch I am a star

Where the bands, where the bands at?

White people think I’m moving bricks in saran wrap

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