Rockstar sh*t (Version 2) lyrics

[Intro]
Ride in a Rover wit' a bih, yeah, uh
Turn that bih, too much reverb
(D. Hill)
Yeah
Yeah
What?

[Verse]
Yeah, rockstar sh*t like The Beatles
I don't give a f*ck about you, b*tch I got C-notes
Tryna do these moves like I've been on, uh
I don't give a f*ck about you, b*tch I been on
You f*ck n*ggas not me yeah
n*gga get your weight up, Yeah, aye
b*tch get your weight up, uh
Better get your weight up, uh-huh
Bet you [?]
I got a bad hoe, uh
I met her in Decatur, uh, yeah
b*tch I got played, uh, yeah, yeah
Watch it got flames, uh, yeah
Richard Mille, aye, yeah, yeah
Bottle of pills, uh, yeah
Poppin' these pills, uh, yeah
Been in the hills, huh, yeah
That's how we live, huh, yeah
Look at the crib, huh, yeah
Yeah, look at my life, huh
She want this life, huh
She want these, uh
She want these nights, yeah
I ride in the night, yeah
b*tch I'm a knight, yeah, uh
We sippin' the sprite, yeah, uh
I got me a deal, uh-uh
I need to steal, uh, uh
I ride a [?], uh, uh
With it for real, huh, yeah
Ready to kill, huh, yeah
I feel like Beal, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh
Rockstar sh*t, this that cocaine flow, yeah
All of my hoes, yeah they gotta know, uh
One thing fo' sho', I can't care 'bout a hoe, uh
Young n*gga get yo' money, yeah, Young n*gga get it, uh
n*gga I'm countin' cash, yeah, n*gga, like Diddy, yeah
n*gga I'm countin cash, yeah, count these digits
My b*tch got an ass, yeah, you know I'm gon' hit it, yeah
My b*tch got an ass, yeah, you know I'm gon' hit it, yeah
250 on the dash, yeah, you know I'm gon' hit it, yeah
I got hella cash, yeah, you know I'm gon' hit it, yeah
Too many diamonds, yeah, you know them hoes hittin', yeah (Uh, yeah)
Why the opps hidden, huh
b*tch ass n*ggas, yeah, why the opps hidden, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What? Yeah, uh
n*gga no cap, knock off your head, knock off your head
I put this on my head, yeah
I speak facts, yeah
All my n*ggas they blatt, yeah
Like black flag, yeah
I keep an arm and a leg, uh
Ride in the back, yeah
250k, yeah
Just for the opps, yeah
Just for the opps, we gotta stop 'em
We gotta stop 'em, uh
We gotta lay 'em, we gotta crop 'em
Lay the b*tch down
Put him in a stretcher, he need a doctor
We on him now
Get 'em outta town, get 'em out now
We shut it down, huh
We shut it down b*tch, yeah
Look at my ice, ah, uh
Look at this ice b*tch, uh
I want my main b*tch, uh
I got my side b*tches, uh
I got my [?] b*tches, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I got a brown b*tch, uh