[Intro]
You're trippin', buddy

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion (Yeah)
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

[Verse 1]
She was on me
Truey on my tee (Yeah, yeah)
Louis on my V (Yeah, yeah)
I go shopping spree (Yeah)
I'm in Tokyo so much, I'm turnin' Japanese, yeah
I'm in Tokyo so much that I don't wanna leave, yeah
Gucci on my waist (Yeah)
She was on my waist (Yeah)
Damn, she bad as fuck (Yeah)
Look like Tyra Banks (Yeah)
I might roll one up (Yeah)
I might roll like eight, yeah
I might rack it up (Yeah)
Throw that in my safe, yeah
She was goin' up on the yayo
I was pourin' up with a Faygo
Man, you mad as fuck, that's how the game go
I'm a hot boy, I feel like Bankroll
[Chorus]
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends

[Verse 2]
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Gettin' more racks, now they wanna call me
Gettin' more racks, yeah, they know I'm ballin'
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Gettin' more racks, now they wanna call me
Gettin' more racks, yeah, they know I'm ballin'
More racks
Call me
Gettin' more racks, now they wanna call me

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion (Yeah)
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hoppin' out the car in my True Religion
Hatin' on me 'cause they know I'm winnin'
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends