J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh They don't need eyes to see when you're next to me I'm a superstar (a star, a star) And you should wanna take me out and make me smile Let me jump in yo' car (yo' car, yo' car) You gotta be a star to jump over the moon so when you touch on me You're a shooting star (a star), oh yeah (a star) You know you got somethin' for the world to see and there I go Still wondering who you are (a star, a star, yeah) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (must be crazy) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (man, you must be crazy) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (must be crazy) I'm a star, I'm a star Ay, how you get me is how you keep me (yeah) The pussy get stringy every time you get cheesy (ah) I used to get flowers (yeah) and get fucked in the shower (uh) My pussy ate for hours (yeah) Now we gotta argue what's yours and what's ours These other niggas lined up, before your time's up You better hope nobody help me make my mind up (yeah) Treat me like you wanna keep me and like you only see me And any bitch after Megan probably wanna be me Gotta be a star to jump over the moon, come fly with me You're a superstar (a star), oh yeah (a star) I know you got somethin' for the world to see and there she goes They're all wondering who you are (a star, a star), oh I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (you might go crazy) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (wanna be my baby?) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (you must be crazy) I'm a star, I'm a star, oh, yeah, yeah Cash out, pass out, Big Benz, Bentley coupe Shopping sprees, swipe cards, ain't got no room Flights just to see art out in Rome 'Cause we got time, dinner in an arena, we're sprung He pay attention, I pay that and more Who you think I'm stackin' these racks for? You gotta be a star to jump over the moon so when you touch on me (touch on me) You're a shooting star (a star), oh yeah (a star) I know you got somethin' for the world to see and there I go Still wondering who you are (a star, a star, yeah, yeah) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (must be crazy) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (tryna be my baby) I'm a superstar, I'm a motherfuckin' superstar (must be crazy) I'm a star, oh, I'm a star, oh

Breaking down and I had the whole world watching But the worst part is really who watched me? Every night I cried, I almost died And nobody close tried to stop me Long as everybody getting paid, right? Everything will be okay, right? I'm winning, so nobody tripping Bet if I ever fall off everybody go missing (At night) I'm sittin' in a dark room thinking Probably why I always end up drinking (Yes), I'm very depressed How can somebody so blessed wanna slit they wrist? Shit, I'd probably bleed out some Pinot When they find me, I'm in Valentino, ayy He pouring me shots thinking it's lit Hah, little did he know This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah Ayy, damn I got problems Never thought a bitch like me would ever hit rock bottom Man, I miss my parents Way too anxious, always cancel my plans Pulled up, caught him cheatin' Gettin' his dick sucked in the same spot I'm sleeping Lord, give me a break I don't know how much more of this shit I can take (ayy) How long you been worried 'bout me telling people that's not me? Honestly it kinda feel like you plottin', watching Why is you speaking on me at my lowest When you acted like you ain't noticed? I was tripping, going crazy And they low-key hatin' so they ain't gonna say shit Damn, I finally see it I'm killing myself when bitches would die to be me This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, yeah Pink nails 'round his neck, huh But this ain't domestic, ayy Think it's going down, hah Now he stand corrected, ayy This pussy depressed, hmm I'm about to stress him, ah I ain't going, yeah No emotion, ayy Back outside, yeah Back in motion, ayy He keep calling, hmm I ignore it, ayy He say I'm crazy, hmm Don't I know it, ah

What Juicy say? He be like, shut the fuck up Ooh, yeah, ah (Ayy, ayy) She gon' pop it for that cash (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, cash) Shawty independent All about that bag, yeah (All about that bag, yeah) Get that money, count it fast (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, fast) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Smack her on the ass, yeah) Girl, I got options I want, you, you, and you too (You, you, and you too) Shawty, I'ma freak and I'ma eat it, make you cum too (Yeah) She gon' pop it for that cash (Stalli, hey, hey) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Look) Big old, big old ass, I like money, I need cash (Baow, baow, baow) Throw that thing in reverse Drop it slow and pop it fast, ooh (Hey, hey, baow-baow-baow) Look like he got money So you know I'm on that nigga head (Hey, yeah, yeah) He ain't tryna spend it So I send my niggas in instead (Hey, yeah, yeah) Hit the strip, spend that shit, trickin' on my favorite bitch (Hey) Big old chain, big old ring Lookin' like my favorite lick (Hey, hey, favorite lick) Bitch, I'm with my bestie So you know you better play it cool (Yeah, play it cool) If you want the drama Then you know my bitches want it too (Yeah, baow, baow-baow) Pop it, pop it for that cash (Yeah, yeah) I've been drinkin' So you know I'm finna shake that ass (Hey, hey, shake that ass) Told that nigga, blow a bag (Hey, hey, blow a bag) If he ain't spendin' He know he ain't finna get this ass (Hey, hey, ah) She gon' pop it for that cash (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, cash) Shawty independent All about that bag, yeah (All about that bag, yeah) Get that money, count it fast (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, fast) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Smack her on the ass, yeah) Girl, I got options I want, you, you, and you too (You, you, and you too) Shawty, I'ma freak and I'ma eat it, make you cum too (Yeah) She gon' pop it for that cash (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, yeah) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Smack her on the ass, yeah) I got all this gold on, she might see a rainbow And her pussy drippin' wet, I might need a raincoat I don't want no lame ho, like my bitches turn up Here a couple of bands, that's for fuckin' up your lacefront (Sorry) Work a bitch knees out, sweat her weave out Gon' bust them double Ds out, let's see what she about (Show it) Quick to ask a bad bitch, what's her work schedule? Tell her, take the day off and suck me like a dirt devil (Yeah, thanks) Know she like to brag (Brag), she ain't got no gag (Gag) Last summer she was slim, then she went and bought a ass (Ass) She can't wait to throw that pussy on a nigga with that bag Hop in and leave your broke baby daddy in the past (Fuck him) She gon' pop it for that cash (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, cash) Shawty independent All about that bag, yeah (All about that bag, yeah) Get that money, count it fast (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, fast) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Smack her on the ass, yeah) Girl, I got options I want, you, you, and you too (You, you, and you too) Shawty, I'ma freak and I'ma eat it, make you cum too (Yeah) She gon' pop it for that cash (Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, yeah) If that's your best friend Smack her on the ass, yeah (Smack her on the ass, yeah)

How long, how long How long has it been since we talked? (Mm-mm) How long, how long How long has it been since we Forgot the world for an evening I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine Hello, hello Know it's been a while since I called (mm-mm) Right now, right now I can feel my mine's spinning Like the fan on the ceiling I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine

Everywhere I go, I got a burner And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry) If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga) If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?) 3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click (What we do?) These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch He look like a man, but he really a bitch RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget He died from the hands of a man in his clique That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get killed on that???? Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch He eating her pussy, you eating on chips And niggas you put on and helped and get rich Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives Nigga gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these niggas hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play You think he yo mans, but he really a snake Public informant, he work for the state Video footage, recording on tape Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up