Rick Ross - I`m Not A Star Lyrics:
Maybach music
I`m not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I`d die today, remember me like John Lennon
Bury the Louis, I`m talkin` all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a ni**a in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it`s December thirty first
Roll up and c**k it and hit them ni**as where it hurts
Told `em my partna and help them f**ots give `em thirty
I told `em I got it, therefore I gotta do you dirty
Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin` on 12, go home and tell that man I`m lyin`
I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin` for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that`s a Dan Marino
Talkin` quarterbacks mean you talkin` quarter kilos
Ni**as feel my pain, I ain`t even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin` thatcha payin`
How I can save when all my ni**as in the can
And by my brothers people, motherf**ker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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 ni**a think he Ricky
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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
I`m not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It`s a multi-million dollar motherf**ker in it
And I`m quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I`m a player catchin` bitches like I`m TO
Trunk full of work, yeah, this ni**a think he Neno
Three dice, yeah, grab a ni**a for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the D-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My ni**as never sing if I need `em I go to Neo
F**k a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and Tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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
I`m not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I`d die today, remember me like John Lennon
Bury the Louis, I`m talkin` all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a ni**a in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it`s December thirty first
Roll up and c**k it and hit them ni**as where it hurts
Told `em my partna and help them f**ots give `em thirty
I told `em I got it, therefore I gotta do you dirty
Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin` on 12, go home and tell that man I`m lyin`
I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin` for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that`s a Dan Marino
Talkin` quarterbacks mean you talkin` quarter kilos
Ni**as feel my pain, I ain`t even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin` thatcha payin`
How I can save when all my ni**as in the can
And by my brothers people, motherf**ker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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 ni**a think he Ricky
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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
I`m not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It`s a multi-million dollar motherf**ker in it
And I`m quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I`m a player catchin` bitches like I`m TO
Trunk full of work, yeah, this ni**a think he Neno
Three dice, yeah, grab a ni**a for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the D-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My ni**as never sing if I need `em I go to Neo
F**k a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and Tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni**as spending 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