CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ballin
Yeah, yeah
Roc Andretti
Rockstar b*t*h on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*t*h love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you b*t*hes mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'
Pull up all green, I'm always on the scene
Puttin' all this work, done made me a target
B*t*hes so bitter like they just chew garlic
Everything coZ, we the hottest on the market
N***a hit me up, I don't want no love
I'm not McLovin, b*t*h, my name cold hearted
Me and young brodie be smokin' narcotics
All white coupe, we parallel park it
Cookies got me feelin' like I'm a martian
Gettin' lifted, b*t*h, I'm higher than the stars
And that b*t*h wanna come and hang with us
She can't hang 'cause that b*t*h a regular
Told that boy "huddy", yeah, that dude tried to love me
Said he wanna be friends, whole time tryna cuff me
I ain't into that, I don't do lovey dovey
Bossed up b*t*h, no Ca**ie, I'm Puffy
Why don't you get in your bag?
Why don't you get off your a**?
Silly little b*t*hes swear they make me laugh
Pay 'em no mind, leave 'em in the past
Rockstar b*t*h on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*t*h love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you b*t*hes mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'
Roc Andretti
Rockstar b*t*h on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*t*h love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you b*t*hes mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'
Pull up all green, I'm always on the scene
Puttin' all this work, done made me a target
B*t*hes so bitter like they just chew garlic
Everything coZ, we the hottest on the market
N***a hit me up, I don't want no love
I'm not McLovin, b*t*h, my name cold hearted
Me and young brodie be smokin' narcotics
All white coupe, we parallel park it
Cookies got me feelin' like I'm a martian
Gettin' lifted, b*t*h, I'm higher than the stars
And that b*t*h wanna come and hang with us
She can't hang 'cause that b*t*h a regular
Told that boy "huddy", yeah, that dude tried to love me
Said he wanna be friends, whole time tryna cuff me
I ain't into that, I don't do lovey dovey
Bossed up b*t*h, no Ca**ie, I'm Puffy
Why don't you get in your bag?
Why don't you get off your a**?
Silly little b*t*hes swear they make me laugh
Pay 'em no mind, leave 'em in the past
Rockstar b*t*h on some rockstar sh*t
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your b*t*h love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you b*t*hes mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'
