​​superstar btch lyrics

[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
Ice cold, yeah, it's ice cold in the buildin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Boss b*tch)
(She don't wash the dishes)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I just f*cked a superstar b*tch, she say she miss me, yeah
Pentagram stars on this sh*t, it's not Givenchy
b*tch it's Ricky, and this Undercover pouch just hold my Benjis'
My watch 50, in the spot we geeked up, b*tch we gettin' litty
When I'm home, I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes, damn they tryna get me (Damn)
Ice cold, b*tch, it's ice cold in the buildin' (Damn)
Icy hoes, boss b*tch, she don't wash the dishes (Nah)

[Verse 1]
Uh, let her count my money up, I let her flex my Benjis' (Yeah flex that sh*t)
I was down bad, I was f*cked up, my n*gga, tryna get it (Uh)
If you down bad, pick yo nuts up, my n*gga and get it (Uh)
Catch you down bad, b*tch that's tough luck, now we finna rip it

[Chorus]
Yeah, I just f*cked a superstar b*tch, she say she miss me, yeah
Pentagram stars on this sh*t, it's not Givenchy
b*tch it's Ricky, and this Undercover pouch just hold my Benjis'
My watch 50, in the spot we geeked up, b*tch we gettin' litty
When I'm home, I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes, damn they tryna get me (Damn)
Ice cold, b*tch, it's ice cold in the buildin' (Damn)
Icy hoes, boss b*tch, she don't wash the dishes (Nah)
[Verse 2]
Nice clothes, b*tch, I done designed all of my linen
Top floor, b*tch we went and upgraded our livin'
These n*ggas not on sh*t, come on, let's go f*ck they b*tches
We busy gettin' rich, now we finna f*ck up the city, yeah
Exotic weed stuck up in my lungs, I'm breathin' diffrent
Bring the whole P down, now we blazin' in this b*tch
Bring the whole thing down, blow some money in this bih'
They throwin' ass all around, throw some money in this b*tch
b*tch, we young and rich and lit, talkin' sh*t, and you get hit up
I been on a long ride, geekin', doin' big drugs
And my boy whippin', he can swear that sh*t, he swinging pick-ups
b*tch I'm gettin' digits, I'm just working, droppin' off and picking up
All that money, yeah, we get it, bruh you gotta get some
All that time that we just spent down bad, we had to make it up
Like I'm sick up in this b*tch, I take that green and throw it up
Yeah, I got this pretty b*tch, and I'm bout to dive right in her

[Chorus]
Yeah, I just f*cked a superstar b*tch, she say she miss me, yeah
Pentagram stars on this sh*t, it's not Givenchy
b*tch it's Ricky, and this Undercover pouch just hold my Benjis'
My watch 50, in the spot we geeked up, b*tch we gettin' litty
When I'm home, I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes, damn they tryna get me (Damn)
Ice cold, b*tch, it's ice cold in the buildin' (Damn)
Icy hoes, boss b*tch, she don't wash the dishes (Nah)