Ah yeah... Rap star R-a-p star, that's me 누구처럼 이쁜 표현들은 안 해 니가 뭐래든 신경 따윈 쓰지 않아 내 맘대로 떠들어, I drop that shit Flyest, sick, top class, ill 뭐를 갖다 붙여도 난 다 되지 Ain't no mothafucka here go hard as me Come fuck with a rap star, Kardashian 일한 만큼 놀아, 지구 반을 돌아 많이 벌은 만큼 쏟아, 너의 꿈의 차를 몰아 You only live once, that's the motto, screamin' "yolo" 내 나인 Ferrari, Burberry or Polo 여긴 모두가 현실에 갇힌 포로 열심히 일한 몸을 다시 일터로 도로 던져 매순간 떨어질까 떨어 행복을 위한 게 아니면 돈을 왜 벌어? 걸어, double, 넘어, 허들 가시밭을 걸어도 가벼운 발걸음 내가 지나가면 니 여자는 얼음 10년이라도 7년이 남은 내 서른 Hats on, got heads up, my cash flow, swag walk 아시아부터 유럽, 미국, 빈틈없는 내 passport I'm a rap star, no 연예인 도를 닦어, Kobain 주말에도 일을 해, all day This rap game, I don't play 난 가요 프로 방송국 빼곤 I'll be everywhere 가짜들은 가요 프로 방송국 빼곤 never there Put the cameras down, turn that TV off Fuck, 내 이름조차 통과 안 되는 심의도 I say what I wanna say, wear what I wanna wear Everybody get your 1llionaires in the air I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star Everybody get your 1llionaires in the air I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star (check) CD를 팔어 벌어 CD를 사네 Album이 아닌 fresh new Dior jeans 비 올 리가 없는 미래 니 스케일은 넘 작어, 내겐 마냥 귀엽지 그래, 기어이 이뤄버린 모든 rapper들의 꿈 계약서는 필요 없지 TV에 나와 쓸 데 없는 짓 나는 안 해 I'm a mothafuckin' Illionaire CEO, bitch I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, It mine, I spend it 내가 원하는 건 다 가져, if I want it, genie 난 내가 하고 싶은 말만 해서 버는 1억 5천, 참 살만해 New CLS, 뭐 탈만 해 3달에 한 번쯤은 여행 갈만해, ah shit 재벌을 바라보는 부자 목에 칼이 와도 혀에 놓지 않은 후장 두 발 뻗고 자네, 절대 뛰지 않는 투잡 The life goes on, I'm on my thug life, 2Pac 날 누가 막어? 이런 걸 누가 알어? 이렇게 누가 날어? 이런 삶 누가 살어? 그게 바로 나, 나야, 나 대한민국에 유일한 rap star, 이건 새로운 직업 평가 받어 오디션에 떨어지면 호모처럼 눈물 흘리는 드라마는 안 찍어 Put the cameras down, turn that TV off Fuck, 내 이름조차 통과 안 되는 심의도 I say what I wanna say, wear what I wanna wear Everybody get your 1llionaires in the air I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star Everybody get your 1llionaires in the air I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star, I'm a rap star I'm a rap star

Rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, call the task force I make your club collapse After I leave with the bad ones (Could you imagine?) Presidential suite with the bad ones Told my niggas ya'll can have them 'Cause I have one, I'm on FaceTime with her When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer You might slip when I talk, you know I'm slick when I talk Rap star, got plaques on my wall That's art and facts on my wall Crib I bought got two gates for security guards It's a palace, dog (could you imagine?) I remember when I ain't have it, dog And back then I was still saying I'ma have it, dog! (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, can you imagine? Putting chains on ya man's neck 'Cause the muscle stronger when the fan flex, huh Dealing with gossip, hate and threats (could you imagine?) When they bettin' against you and you raise the bet, woah Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got 'em scared They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em Right there (could you imagine?) I'm a rap star and your nightmare Used to slapbox, now we don't fight fair Life ain't, so I ain't (could you imagine?) This is about my team, 'cause they ate when I ate Yeah they steak like my steak Handle they beef like it's on my plate, uh I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa That move, let 'em through, get back (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out (go) When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?)

True worldwide player, got the game on lock Spendin' money, flippin' drops like I still slang rocks Still hit the blocks, light blunts when I swerve I do the speed limit cause I'm twisted and perved Hoes got the nerve, to turn they head and switch Like they didn't see me comin' in that big black 6' Bitch please, I hit the horn when I pass Got the homie out the window tryin' to rub on yo' ass Now peep the S-Class, Rolex Platinum And now you wanna come with the question askin' Do I ballplay? Yeah I play for the Jets Hillside, with money like Kevin Garnett Now can I get it wet? She say it's drippin' with juice And what I gotta do to ride the V-1-deuce? Sit yo' ass on my leather, and rub on my wood See we got notches in Cali, plus that pussy be good Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar I tell a bitch I ain't got no motherfuckin' money and laugh like it's funny Poppin' my Movado, sittin' low in a Eldorado, sippin' on a bottle Pimp drunk 'til the sun come up, sleep behind Denny's on Sunset Sweatin' bitches about my money cause the album ain't done yet Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, get the fuck away from my car And hell nah you can't hit this weed, bitch walk 'til your ankles bleed Put the paper in my pocket please, she love the way I pop my P's I love the way she knock them G's like slangin' rocks in '83 I'm a pimp slash rapper like my cousin Mac the Most, slap a ho like me And never talk for free, nigga can't you see? It's for the money and the fame, and I see my money comin' With the vice on her ass in her high heels comin' around the corner runnin' I ain't trippin', I'm so cool, I'll pop the trunk of the Northstar And the bitch jump in and I'll sip my gin and smash off like a rap star (Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, Lil' Bruce in a '99 Northstar) Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a turf boy, we don't fuck at the house I'm to the cover suites, to put this dick in your mouth I'm on my paper route, can you contribute to that? And if not, can you send your homegirl for a sack? The "Highest Niggas In The Industry", Smoke-A-Lot with Yuk' Bossalini, you see me, I gives a fuck Stick 'em til they stuck, when the crap game starts I was told to have money, have heart I'm puttin' houses on the hill worth a million or more Marble on the floor with the french wood doors I flipped a old school, and still slang that Got the guns in the trunk, you don't want no funk I'm on a money mission, slangin' verse for verse Some premeditated and the others rehearsed I got the thirst, so bring it on like Sprite And we can make some shit tonight, beotch Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar