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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Stimme und Gesang
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter:in
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter:in
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Produzent:in
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybach Music
[Verse 2]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a .45
If I 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 **** in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them **** where it hurts
Told on my partna and help them gadgets give 'em thirty
I told 'em I got it, therefore I gotta do you dirty
Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30
Scoop me a dime, now makin' off at 10:30
Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitch, it's thirty for the pie
[Verse 3]
Nine for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino
Talkin' quarterbacks, meanin' talkin' quarter kilos
**** feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it
Where I come from, if you open, it ya payin'
How I can save when all my **** in the can?
And by my brother's people, motherfucker, take my hand
[Verse 4]
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the **** 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
[Verse 5]
All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this **** think he Ricky
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the **** 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
[Verse 6]
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
It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker 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 **** think he Nino
Three dice, yeah, grab a **** for a kilo
Pinky ring a hundred grand, but keep that on the D-low
Diddy negotiates, send the paperwork to Theo
My **** 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 deo'
Monday for menages, and Tuesday, I get a trio
And a 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 for the **** 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
Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, William Roberts
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