Grab a Star

Mama say I got trust issues, I been feeling like Jesus

She wants me to be her man, I can't baby, I'll break you

Baby, I would not lie to you, I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be two, I'm not that reliable

Call me, pull off, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ay-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we gon' pull off right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, you can look in the sky and grab a star (Bang)

These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple

I ball, Tyrese Gibson, Baby Boy, you look so fertile

These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide open

Been getting it since snot-nose, I was open and then I closed

These bitches love Chief Lo, but I'm not so sweet, though

And she is a freak, though, I put her to sleep, though

These hoes love Almighty like Disney loved Miley

Her boyfriend is spying, she like, "You have to hide me"

These bitches love me, that's all I can see

I'm so obsessed with me, I be all I can be

I don't see brown or white, all I see is green

To count all this cash, I might need a team

Mama say I got trust issues, I been feeling like Jesus

She wants me to be her man, I can't baby, I'll break you

Baby, I would not lie to you, I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be the two, I'm not that reliable

Call me, pull off, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ay-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we gon' pull off right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, you can look in the sky and grab a star (Bang)

Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted

It pulled off like skrrt, VIP access, I ain't gotta park it

All these darts on me, no Walmart, will never fuck a Target

And I'm sipping, but I can't stop, I can't be hardened

These bitches love Big Gucci so, but I'm no rooty tooty, though

I don't wanna talk, that's all you can know

Row, row your boat, and that's all you can roll

I'm stuffing these cones like the audience close

And I am not really an American, though

But I'm somewhere in American dough

But I ain't walking 'round like a mannequin, though

Now your bitch on the way, she want this on me

But she's listening, can't a bitch hold me

You can be lactose, still can't shit on me

Do the whole two hundred on dash with a hundred-fifty on me

Mama say I got trust issues, I been feeling like Jesus

She wants me to be her man, I can't baby, I'll break you

Baby, I would not lie to you, I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be the two, I'm not that reliable

Call me, pull off, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ay-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we gon' pull off right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, you can look in the sky and grab a star (Bang)