I’m Not A Star(Explicit) - Rick Ross

Maybach music
I'm not a star somebody lied
I got a pistol in the car a 45
If I'd die today remember me like John Lennon
Bury the Louis I'm talkin' all brown linen
Make all of my b**ches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a ni**a in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told 'em my partna and help them fagots give 'em thirty
I told 'em I got it therefore I gotta do you dirty
Back on my Benz been in these b**ches 830
Scoot me a dime now man get off at 1030
Goin' on 12 go home and tell that man I'm lyin'
I got a bake sale b**ches stunnin' for the pie
9 for the slice dummy that's a Dan Marino
Talkin' quarterbacks mean you talkin' quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain I ain't even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin' thatcha payin'
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
And by my brothers people motherf**ker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar
I'm not a star I'm not a star
I'm not a star I'm not a star
All black Lamborghini smokin' on the sticky
Got a couple dollars now this ni**a think he Ricky
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar
I'm not a star I'm not a star
I'm not a star I'm not a star
I'm not a star somebody lied
I spent a milly on the car
It come alive never feed it after dark
Gotta treat it like gremlin
It's a multi-million dollar motherf**ker in it
And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I'm a player catchin' b**ches like I'm TO
Trunk full of work yeah this ni**a think he Neno
Three dice yeah grab a ni**a for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the D-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My niggas never sing if I need 'em I go to Neo
F**k a famous b**ch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and Tuesday I get a trio
And the b**ch that get a gift on the scriff
She was a PO
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar
I'm not a star I'm not a star
I'm not a star I'm not a star