Shootin Star lyrics

[Intro]
Mhmm, mhmm (Yeah)
If you ain't doin' what I'm doin', you can't be doin' what I'm doin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you ain't fly like me, then you not fly like me
If you ain't street like me (Yeah), then you just not street enough, n*gga (Yeah)
(20Rocket on this b*tch, so it's gon' knock)
Just give that sh*t up, dawg

[Chorus]
Yeah, diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling, too much money, cash, ho
I'm havin' this sh*t, you not havin' this sh*t, no way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro (Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that n*gga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that n*gga (Yeah)
I'm a young money taking n*gga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, n*gga (Nobody made me, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Your big homie, yeah, I made you n*ggas
Your b*tch like, "f*ck me, pay me, n*gga" (f*ck me, pay me)
Damn, I know you hate me, n*gga (Damn)
Sleepin' with your old lady, n*gga, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a rich young n*gga, get up, n*gga, yeah (Yeah)
Stuck on custard, uh-huh, stuck on mustard
Sucker, you need to catch up, ayy, get your check up (Huh?)
You know I flex up, f*ck next up, I've been up
Got big bucks, whip it out and she big suck, know I big f*ck
Make that big booty back that sh*t up, damn, she won't give up
I'ma hit her, she a hitter
She f*ckin' with a real killer (Yeah)
A real n*gga (A real n*gga)
I'm gettin' richer and richer (Richer)
The richer I getter (Yeah)
The more y'all turn to b*tch-ass n*ggas (b*tch n*ggas)
And salt kills snails, it don't kill players (It don't kill players)
Peace up, A-Town down, yeah, that's in my town (Yeah, that's in my town)
Ridin' 'round the city in the six, that's my stomping grounds (That's my stomping grounds)
East Atlanta vet, everybody, they salute me now (They salute me now)
pus*y n*ggas scared to try to shoot me now
[Chorus]
Yeah, diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling, too much money, cash, ho (Cash)
I'm havin' this sh*t, you not havin' this sh*t, no way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro (Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that n*gga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that n*gga (Yeah)
I'm a young money taking n*gga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, n*gga (Nobody made me, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, your ho is a groupie, her brain stupid (Stupid)
Playin' with her heart like I'm Cupid, that's what I'm doin'
Throwin' up 4L, man, she love me and the whole movement (Gang)
I do a show, man, you know I got this b*tch movin'
Slime Nudy, oh, they wanna f*ck on Young Nudy (Yeah)
I remember that n*gga wasn't sh*t (Wasn't sh*t)
Creepin' out the house late night with a b*tch (With a b*tch)
f*ckin' all these thots, now all these hoes sayin' he the sh*t (He the sh*t)
Damn, I just sh*t on 'em, wait 'til I p*ss on 'em (p*ss it)
n*gga don't wanna, don't wanna, you don't want no drama (You don't want no drama)
b*tch n*gga actin' just like Juwanna (What?), I f*cked his baby mama (I did)
Hotboxin' a Honda (Damn), life was good when I was younger (When I was younger)
Man, that's why I carry carry thunder
Get locked up, lie to your honor (I swear)
Code to these streets that a n*gga under
And I'm tryna make a killin' off the beat, I'm tryna make a hit
Rap lifestyle changed my life, I ain't been the same since
Man, I'm still with the sh*t, I tote that stick
[Interlude]
Drank got me movin' slow-motion
I've been (Yeah) geeked up, I'm smokin' (Yeah)
I got your (Yeah) b*tch in the room strokin' (Yeah)
I'm in her (What?) throat, I just dropped a load in
Okay, okay, okay, tell 'em, slime, tell 'em, slime
Yeah, b*tch

[Chorus]
Diamonds 'round my neck bling-bling, too much money, cash, ho (Cash)
I'm havin' this sh*t, you not havin' this sh*t, no way, you ain't havin' no cash, bro (Damn)
'Bout thirty thousand in these G-Star jeans
And I got that .40 on me (.40)
Turn your ass into a shootin' star
We pullin' drive-bys out the car (Rrr)
Damn, I came so, so far
Hangin' from the monkey bars (Yeah)
Damn, I was a project boy
Five know I'm poppin', boy (Poppin')
Too much money, I'ma rob that n*gga (Okay)
Just like the dice, I'ma shake that n*gga (Yeah)
I'm a young money taking n*gga (What?)
With no investment, nobody made me, n*gga (Nobody made me, n*gga)