Rock Star sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Project Youngin & Key Glock]
It's the Youngin ho
Lil Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothing man
What up smoke, I'm f*ckin' with this one
Yeah, Glock
Celebrity type sh*t, feel me?

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
I'm on my rockstar sh*t, turnt up in this b*tch, woo woo
Can't nobody turn me down (can't nobody turn me down)
f*ck a b*tch my only goal is to get rich, yeah yeah
I ain't gon' let you stop my shine (nah, nah)
Now why you walk like that, why you talk like that, huh?
'Cause this money on my mind (rockstar baby)
Young n*gga love stunting, 'specially coming up from nothing
Late nights and early mornings on my grind (woo), yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]
Ayy, I worked too hard for this sh*t
I'm Milly Rocking in the kitchen, I go hard with my wrist
Check out my neck and my wrist, I know I make n*ggas p*ssed
Ain't get no money taking care of your kids, ain't hustlin' for sh*t
From corner hustlin', to corporate thuggin'
I get it in, I'm road running, getting money, slidin' top off the Benz
From selling dope to rocking shows, I can't pretend
I love this life that I'm living, lord forgive me for sinning
No I ain't slowing down
b*tch I'ma star, I came too far to ever turn around now
'Cause I'm that guy, I'm too fly, oh what a night
I beat her and then delete her, she wasn't my type, huh
[Pre-Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ayy, I'm on my rockstar sh*t (woo, rockstar baby)
Ayy, I need a rockstar b*tch (need a rockstar b*tch)
Ayy, I'm getting rockstar rich (money)
You don't like it, suck my rockstar di*k (woo), yeah yeah

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
I'm on my rockstar sh*t, turnt up in this b*tch, woo woo
Can't nobody turn me down (can't nobody turn me down)
f*ck a b*tch my only goal is to get rich, yeah yeah
I ain't gon' let you stop my shine (nah, nah)
Now why you walk like that, why you talk like that, huh?
'Cause this money on my mind (rockstar baby)
Young n*gga love stunting, 'specially coming up from nothing
Late nights and early mornings on my grind (woo), yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Rockstar sh*t, uh chopper drumkit
Riding foreign sh*t, got some presidential tint (yeah)
I'm on some super sh*t, in the booth like Clark Kent
I'm on some rich sh*t, boy your pockets full of lint (you broke)
Yeah my diamonds bling blaow (bling blaow)
All these b*tches screaming wow (wow)
Chopper sing like Chris Brown
I'm screaming look at me now
Got a rollie just to shine (ice)
Bustdown, can't tell the time (ice)
b*tch I'm blessed, I pay my tithes (blessed)
I'ma get rich or die trying (like Fifty)
I'm on some trap star sh*t (trap)
Trap star sh*t (trap)
I re-up with backend then I do a back flip (on God)
You better check the temp, I'm hotter than a pot of grits (pot of grits)
I'm pourin' back to back, now I can't take another sip (take another sip)
[Pre-Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ayy, I'm on my rockstar sh*t (woo, rockstar baby)
Ayy, I need a rockstar b*tch (need a rockstar b*tch)
Ayy, I'm getting rockstar rich (money)
You don't like it, suck my rockstar di*k (woo), yeah yeah

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
I'm on my rockstar sh*t, turnt up in this b*tch, woo woo
Can't nobody turn me down (can't nobody turn me down)
f*ck a b*tch my only goal is to get rich, yeah yeah
I ain't gon' let you stop my shine (nah, nah)
Now why you walk like that, why you talk like that, huh?
'Cause this money on my mind (rockstar baby)
Young n*gga love stunting, 'specially coming up from nothing
Late nights and early mornings on my grind (woo), yeah yeah