Got a letter just this morning It was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written Offerin' me this better job Better job at higher wages Expenses paid and a car But I'm on TV here locally And I can't quit I'm a star I come on the TV a grinning Wearing pistols and a hat It's a kiddies show and I'm a hero of the younger set I'm the number one attraction In every supermarket parking lot I'm the King of Kansas City No thanks Omaha thanks a lot Kansas City star That's what I are Yo del de del a de You ought a see my car Drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels And rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction In every supermarket parking lot I'm the King of Kansas City No thanks Omaha thanks a lot Kansas City star That's what I are Yo del de del a de You ought a see my car Drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels And rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction In every supermarket parking lot I'm the King of Kansas City No thanks Omaha thanks a lot Stay tuned, we are going to have a pop character in a minute

I got that million-dollar pussy (Yeah) And a million-dollar nigga (Yeah) Got a million-dollar budget (Yeah) Fuck him right, it could get bigger (Ow) Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit And I ain't tryna miss out worryin' 'Bout now hatin' ass bitch (Period) I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (Tap star) I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (Told y'all) Got your nigga in the back With his hands all over (Woo) Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches I'm a rap star (Rap star) I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha? Where the D-boys at? Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (Where they at) I know them hoes be hatin', but I don't fuck with 'em His money lookin' funny, on to another nigga (Period) Different foreigns outside, all push-start Get what I want out these niggas Then I cut 'em off (Bye) 'Cause you know it ain't shit free And plus a bitch got options, all these Niggas wanna fuck me Breakin' bread, I'm on that dick just Like a NASCAR (Ow) Let him touch it in the Wraith so I can see the stars Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (At all) Let him eat it, when he hungry He got a lockjaw (Period) Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches I'm a rap star (Rap star) I-I-I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law