Gotta Be A Star (feat. Johnny Juliano, S. Money)

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

Every time I ride by, they like "Who is y'all?"

Yup, it's all grown, yup, it's all clean

Pimpin' by the pound, know what I mean?

City of young law, I'm jacking some skin

Made it from the bottom, everybody know me

Cuban diamond bad boy, fresh on the jeans

Cats so smooth, just so mean

You from the slum, it's a boss in the place

Motherfucker step, yeah, tell it to his face

Gotta be a star, look where I'm are

Rep where you from, ain't too far

P-G-H, it's Pistolvania, bang you from afar

Boy won't play with the gauge in the saw

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

Made it out of nothing so I gotta be a star, ya dig?

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Yeah, yeah

I gotta stay high so I keep a Dutchie rolled up

Plus I keep it pimpin', see me grippin' all this dough up

When I ride by, trunk beatin', sittin' comfortably

Yeah, I'm so fly, you got no choice but to look up to me

Music like crack so I move it like weight

Money on my mind, grind 25/8

A long white tee, Akademiks on my jeans

My fitted gotta lean, that's how I get it, ya mean?

I gotta be a player, I gotta be a star

I'm dodgin' all these haters plottin' on my downfall

I couldn't understand what all this hittin' 'round's for

So I got my paper up and stayed the fuck from 'round y'all

So if you hustle hard, keep a couple grands on

Big knots with the rubber bands on

All the shorties wanna put they hands on

You gotta be a player, you gotta be a star

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

Gotta be a soldier, gotta, gotta stand tall

Gotta get money, gotta ball 'til I fall

Gotta cop cars, splurge at the mall

Get my shine on, rock jewelry and all

Streets ain't safe so I gotta play it raw

This is motivation, haters, get on your job

22-Inch chrome on my Cadillac, dawg

Since I was 16, I've been stackin' money rolls

Got a lot of paper, yeah, I got a lot of hoes

I spit for the ghetto chefs cookin' on the stove

And them D boys trappin', movin' heavy blow

Spark up the smoke so I can get blow

Only smoke kush or some goddamn purp

Problems with my team then them gats gon' squirt

32 Shots, homie, that's gon' hurt

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre

Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

I'mma let you smoke my weed, sip on my barre