[Chorus]

Damn, you won't believe this shit

I popped out and popped out with another bitch

You can't even tell which one I'm fucking with

I'm a star with the stars, I ride in a Rolls Royce truck, the Cullinan

I'm not running back, no, I can't fumble it

I just ran this shit up, it's a touchdown

She ain't want me back then, bet she wan' fuck now

Hit that bitch from the back with my hands up

Too many racks in my pocket, I got on a belt and still can't keep my pants up

Better sit down, know you can't stand us

I was fucking that ho, we was standing

Get straight to it, I'on do no romancin'

Just like Meechie, you know that I'm dancin'

[Verse]

I'm a rockstar, Marilyn Manson

I just rocked out a show, oh, yeah

I got foreign hoes, foreign clothes, yeah, foreign cars

Got a bad bitch who want my load, I'ma put that shit right on her face

I just sent twenty-thousand to my lawyer, bet that young nigga beat that case

I'm in a Lamb', who wanna race?

I'm on that bullshit, let's go

You was bullshittin', I was gettin' to it, I found a whole new flow

If this bitch think she workin' hard, boy, I pop out with a new ho

Percocet fresh out the pharmacy, woah

She wanna go shopping, attend every store

I'm in this bitch with me and my engineer, we recordin' shit everyday

I went and copped the ho brand new veneers, I swear, it reformed her face

I'm tryna catch it, shawty gon' throw me that pussy, she everything but my bae

Paris fashion week, she slay, she fresh off the runway

I'm fresh off the explore page, I know you see it every time I pop it

Boy, you ain't nothin' like the 0, need to stop it

Everything I do these niggas gon' copy

She trying magic, you still work at Follies

I've been running this shit up all week

I've been running this shit up off E

Just popped an X, I'm rollin' off E

She wanna sex, but I'm way too high for that, baby girl, I'm going to sleep

I put them Louis V's right on your feet

I put that Prada, yeah, right on your coat

I rock a shark, then go fuck on your ho

She want some more, shout out big bro

Double Styrofoam cup, I'm moving slow

He think he Michael Jack', I'm Jo'

You might not believe me, I used to be broke

[Chorus]

Damn, you won't believe this shit

I popped out and popped out with another bitch

You can't even tell which one I'm fucking with

I'm a star with the stars, I ride in a Rolls Royce truck, the Cullinan

I'm not running back, no, I can't fumble it

I just ran this shit up, it's a touchdown

She ain't want me back then, bet she wan' fuck now

Hit that bitch from the back with my hands up

Too many racks in my pocket, I got on a belt and still can't keep my pants up

Better sit down, know you can't stand us

I was fucking that ho, we was standing

Get straight to it, I'on do no romancin'

Just like Meechie, you know that I'm dancin'