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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Maybach Music Check I'm not a star (me), somebody lied I got a pistol in the car (ha), a .45 If I die today, remember me like John Lennon (ha) Buried in Louie, I'm talkin' all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city (ugh) Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts (ayy) Told on my partner and helped them crackers give him 30 I told him I got it, therefore, I gotta do you dirty (I gotta) Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30 Scoop me a dime, now makin' off at 10:30 Goin' on 12:00, go home and tell that man a lie I got a bake sale, bitch, it's 30 for the pie (Ross) It's nine for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino (what) Talkin' quarterbacks, meaning, talkin' quarter-kilos (ayy) Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it (boss) Where I come from, if you open it, you payin' How I can save when all my niggas in the can? (Can) Am I my brother's keeper? Motherfucker, take my hand (me) Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star (ugh) I'm not a star, somebody lied I spent a milli on the car, it come alive Never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a Gremlin (woo) It's a multimillion-dollar motherfucker in it (ugh) And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute (woo) I know them people wanna stick me with a sentence (woo) I'm a player catchin' bitches like I'm TO Trunk full of work, yeah, this nigga think he Nino (ugh) Three dice, yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low Diddy negotiates, send the paperwork to Theo My niggas never sing, if I need 'em, I go to Ne-Yo Fuck a famous bitch, then I treat her just like a ski-oh Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of D-O Monday for ménages and Tuesday, I get a trio And the bitch that get a gift on the strength, she was a PO Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card, but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star
Writer(s): William Roberts, Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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