Hit the radio to check what's on my resume
Dollar signs been pouring out the fucking rosè
Lately she's been feigning, got the need for fornicating
Tour won't stop me automating playlists for it all day
Been arrested, rest assured the beat in all play
When you finished I'm just calling that the foreplay
Going long, I'ma throw it down the hallway
Always knowing that you're ready to get salty
Best know I'm gunna light that flame
Fuck her raw till she call my name
Fame all I saw on that lightening train
I'm gunna fight that game till the pipe gone claim
Chorus:
Always thought I was doing this shit a little differently
Yeah I'm bout to go all in
And bitch right you are that I'm a superstar
Been burning for it on my end
(x2)
Verse 2:
It's all by my design
We're gunna do it, till the sun don't shine
Ima ruin student unions while I'm spitting these rhyme
Pitbull, rob em by the shitful, blind
Fuck the language, better stand for the next part
Fist on the collar keep your distance if your pet's smart
I make a dollar just from smoking on a cigar
Quick charge, line it on the dash until I hit start
Didn't think that you appeared this poor?
Hittin the bottle with the model's what I'm here for
That's the motto that will get you on the wrong course
Hardcore, every time I got your girl on all fours
Aw man I've been sick of this shit
So far treating me a rapper with a quick spark
Bitch I play the guitar, and got the cash on lock
Best believe that I'm the straightest dart
Chorus:
Always thought I was doing this shit a little differently
Yeah I'm bout to go all in
And bitch right you are that I'm a superstar
Been burning for it on my end
(x2)