Popstar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(D-Diego)
(B-Bankroll Got It)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real niggas love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real Rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Yeah, I got bitches passin' out, man, I'm Mike Jack
VVS's in my mouth, yeah, I know she like that
Booty like she from the South, ooh, yeah, I like that
Yeah, all these hunnids fallin' out my pocket, it be like that
I could put that pussy on a private, that's a nice stash
Baby started talkin' 'bout a ring, I got side tracked
Baby started takin' off her jeans, I did not ask
Yeah, when you really poppin', it be like that
Yeah, when you a private client, you ain't thinkin' 'bout no price tags
Yeah, if shorty want a bag, then you buy the bag
Yeah, made half a million last year, ain't take no advance
Yeah, she know if she comin' to the crib, she ain't wearin' panties
Yeah, she know I'm the realest nigga in it, I don't need a Grammy
Yeah, she wanna steal my kids, wanna steal a family (yeah)
Yeah, she wanna drive the Benz, she wanna meet my granny
Lil' mama said she love me, I know she cappin'
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real niggas love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real Rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Yeah, she know I'm a star, so she poppin' that shit
Yeah, lockin' that shit, droppin' that shit
Yeah, caught her in Bottega, she was rockin' that shit
Yeah, she know I'm a player
Yeah, every time I'm poppin' out, they know I'm poppin' paper
Ayy, ballin' like a-
You know why your ho keep callin', I'm up
Star, I got all these hoes fallin' on us
Star, in my hood they know all about is
Right wrist poppin', left wrist poppin'
Necklace poppin', ayy, paper in my pocket
Yeah, baby, say cheese, paparazzi
Big body drippin' down all on my sleeve
Fresh as fuck, drippin' from my head to my feet
Ayy, popstar, these niggas don't pop it like me
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real niggas love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real Rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit