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Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it | Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it | Gotta have it
Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Yeah, hop in the Benz I put a F on the rim Checkerboard all at my crib Louis V, Louis V, Damier That Franck Muller look like Cartier Walk inside the mall and get me something to wear Bitch I came from the sub I could never care I was fucked up and broke, you was never there What the fuck is a friend They ain't got a hand they could lend Last time I fell to the pen I had to commit a sin I dropped the ball and now I got it back I went to jail and I ain't goin' back I kept it solid, niggas knowing that I'ma go the trap, run me up a sack I'ma go the trap, run me up a sack I'ma go the house, try to stack a bank I'ma pull on the block, roll me up some dank I'ma go to the yo, pour me up a pint I'ma shit on these niggas and let 'em hate Now this bitch wanna call, I'ma let her wait Niggas want me to fall, hold your breath and wait Bitch I'm never on time 'cause I'm always late Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Balling like Jordan The bitch got me feeling like Tony If you got a lick put me on it I wanna see my opponent The real ones, they running with Gunna They know I'ma keep it one hunnid We trap and we eat at Katana That shit that you did, we done done it Yeah yeah, if you want a bag nigga run it My bro sell them shits on the corner My plug really rich, she a grower I serve all my plates with a blower I think I might open a store Remember I used to be poor I can't stop it, I keep getting more I can't stop it, I keep getting more I see hoes when I walk through the door Get them racks, put the safe in a floor I done came a long way selling dope It's their dreams and they try to sell hope I sold lean and I tried to sell coke I'm 6-0 bitch I run with the locs Louis V checkerboard on my coat Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson Police by my spot and I was still trapping
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