Stars Out

(Intro)
[Bizzy Speaks]

(Verse 1)
Uh I write hits for niggas
I put hits on niggas
Ima millionaire now
It’s officiial nigga
GT continental or the flying spur
I tell the truth in all my raps but then I lie to her
I used to live off royalties from Empire
And then I built a mutherfucking empire
it’s Champagne room just for private massages
Half a million dollars In condo garages
Fresh off probation I’m back to riding wit hammers on me
I look good wit all this ice I need more cameras on me
He played like family and snaked me I hate to talk about it
I put some money on his head till mama talked me out it
Damn, hate I always gotta be the bigger person
She said when blessings coming down u don’t wanna disturb em
I get it , I mean I’m glowing every time u see me
So much cash inside the safe I gotta move it weekly

(Chorus)
[Bizzy Speaks over Sample]

(Verse 2)
Flight out to Vegas I might go out like PAC
Don’t need my mama to co sign now if I like it I cop
I hit her raw if I trust her
And I’ll man up if she’s knocked
And if I buy her a Rollie that means I like her a lot
I don’t believe in abortions cause I get plenty dough
I love my daughter to death I’m down for 20 or Mo
I’m wit the niggas that was started wit
I mean some of them faded
I guess I finally understand that everybody won’t make it
Monday dinners at Swan
My table right next to Shaq
That nigga sent a few bottles
I had to send something back
They used to sleep on a nigga and now my names on da plaques
Some bitches told me
How they feel now ain’t no taking it back
Look I’m the type to by the Porsche just so I write a verse
My BM left me then I blew know that’s gotta hurt
Her friends now hit me up for rent Money every first
And how could I say no to bad bitches who don’t wanna work
To whom much is given much is tested
Paid for her titties, can’t leave her
feel like I’m too invested
I got too much shit too lose, I can’t be getting vested
My dawg just tried selling me a brick I wasn’t interested