All Stars lyrics

[Intro: JT]
Ain't no standouts, b*tch, we all stars
Ain't no standouts, b*tch, we all stars

[Verse 1: CLIP]
Feeling like that b*tch, all-black Rick fit
Designer problems, designer riches
Into a party straight out of Project X
I met a rich n*gga, we had some rich sex
My body lookin' right in my Mugler
Even my toenails match my underwear

[Verse 2: JT]
Pull up in some sh*t you've never seen
My pus*y clean, these n*ggas green
That's why me and my b*tches gettin' all they green
Nothing come between me and my things
Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Celine
I'm a high-fashion b*tch
None of these b*tches can match the wrist
None of these b*tches can rap like this

[Verse 3: CLIP]
f*ck cars, drivers on deck all night
f*ck the law, I'm tryna act real bad tonight
f*ck that b*tch, she could've been up eatin' with me
f*ck that n*gga, he mad he can't eat this pus*y
Duck nails, feelin' very Y2K
Woke up moody, who the f*ck wan' fight today?
[Verse 4: JT]
Ten, ten, tens all across the board (Ten)
When he with you, b*tch, he always bored
When he with me, we on one accord
It's always foreigns, never Honda Accords (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 5: CLIP]
Out the cut, but I wanna go to bed
b*tches lurkin' when they could be makin' bread
Miu Miu, I don't know, now do you
Go on Vogue, I'm a rapper on the runway too

[Verse 6: JT]
Bad, bad b*tches in my entourage
Ain't no standouts, b*tch, we all stars
Ain't no standouts, b*tch, we all stars
Big black trucks like, "f*ck cars"

[Outro: CLIP]
All my b*tches with the sh*t, I'm really rich
All my n*ggas scammin' sh*t, it's always hits
When you with me, b*tch, we always hit
When you with me, b*tch, he ain't sh*t
Bad b*tches with designer glow
Bad b*tches with designer glow
I'm a star, ho, b*tch, I glow
Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show