Rxckstar

Whole lotta damn money on these golden Visa cards
If she’s not so fine I’m still be crossing all her lines
New drip, new whip, Patek
YSL dressed up young bitch
She’s pullin' outta Phantom leavin’ all the credits here
I got two more dicks for you cuz all my friends up there
Right to your mouth
Shut up your damn tank!
I’m scary Mr. Rockstar, why y’all trippin’ at the back?
Her juicy is gettin’ wet cuz Young Matt pullin’ on her ass

Honestly I admit that your girl could make me crazy
Drivin’ through your block, turn down your music to a minimum
Baby I’m alright
I’m not so crazy, I’m amazing
Cooking pies but don’t forget to add a lil bit madness in
And she’s on my side wit a big sidekick
But where all the block?
Gotchu on my spot and matte-black coupe is ready-steady-go
Gucci on her feet
I got those eyes
My eyes are clappin’, hoe
Call me Papi Rockstar cuz I’m buying everything I wanna

I’m not drivin’
I’ma speed-slidin’
You can call me Carti
When I’m Bacardi-Upped
Empty bottles
God I’ma genius
Young shawty Rachel
Gotta loose virginity

Devil came out to the stage right from the doors to the hell
Louder, bitches, louder
When I’m shootin’ like Kevin Durant
Suburbs lit like a whole city
I’m a cruel libra with a strong feelings
But beside it I’ma Pan Peter
With a fuckin’ dreams of being a world leader

Whole lotta damn money on these golden Visa cards
If she’s not so fine I’m still be crossing all her lines
New drip, new whip, Patek
YSL dressed up young bitch
She’s pullin' outta Phantom leavin’ all the credits here
I got two more dicks for you cuz all my friends up there
Right to your mouth
Shut up your damn tank!
I’m scary Mr. Rockstar, why y’all trippin’ at the back?
Her juicy is gettin’ wet cuz Young Matt pullin’ on her ass

Honestly I admit that your girl could make me crazy
Drivin’ through your block, turn down your music to a minimum
Baby I’m alright
I’m not so crazy, I’m amazing
Cooking pies but don’t forget to add a lil bit madness in