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 partna and help them fagots give ´em thirty
I told ´em I got it, therefore I gotta do you 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 you talkin´ quarter kilos

Niggas feel my pain, I ain´t 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, I´m not a star, I´m not a star, I´m not a star

All black Lamborghini, smokin´ on the sticky
Got 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, I´m not a star, I´m not a star, I´m not a star

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, yeah, this nigga think he Neno
Three dice, yeah, 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, I´m not a star, I´m not a star, I´m not a star