I'm a real rockstar, get it how I live...

Ima real rockstar, get the bag and flip it
And I run up all my digits
So you know she lemme hit it

Get straight to the paper
I don't entertain a hater
Grinding like a skater
Now we up like elevators

Take her off the runway then she go straight to my crib
Man I get it how I live
Yea we really shop at phipps

I'm in a mercedes yeah its foreign all my whips
Money blue, i’m not a crip
Pour it up and then I sip

Run me up a check then I spend it all in Neiman
VVs on me gleaming
Angel boy it's a demon

I just pulled in a hellcat, so it's screaming
Tell her no and now she feigning
Poured a 4 and now i'm dreaming

T shirt on me and you know it say Balenciaga
She be talking to me proper
When I count a couple commas

Pull up to the club I might finesse a couple Mommas
And I'm never with the drama
Foreign bitch from the bahamas

Never speaking bs yea i'm only with the facts
Spent a grip, I'm up in Saks
Smoking og to relax

I might ball like kobe need a couple hundred racks
Cookie on me that's the pack
Run it up, straight to the max

Really get a bag, no I never have to flex
Nike on me that's a check
Supreme on my skateboard deck

Wake up and get straight to the green, no Shrek
Charlie Sheen, hoes wet
Foreign o she from Quebec

Ima real rockstar, get it how I live…

Ima real rockstar, get the bag and flip it
And i run up all my digits
So you know she lemme hit it

Get straight to the paper
I don't entertain a hater
Grinding like a skater
Now we up like elevators

Take her off the runway then she go straight to my crib
Man i get it how I live
Yea we really shop at Phipps

I'm in a Mercedes yeah its foreign all my whips
Money blue, I’m not a crip
Pour it up and then I sip