[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Roc Andretti
[?]

[Chorus]
Rockstar bitch on some rockstar shit
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your bitch love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you bitches mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'

[Bridge]
Pull up all green, I'm always on the scene
Puttin' all this work, done made me a target
Bitches so bitter like they just chew garlic
Everything coZ, we the hottest on the market
N***a hit me up, I don't want no love
I'm not McLovin, bitch, my name cold hearted
Me and young brodie be smokin' narcotics
All white coupe, we parallel park it

[Verse]
Cookies got me feelin' like I'm a martian
Gettin' lifted, bitch, I'm higher than the stars
And that bitch wanna come and hang with us
She can't hang 'cause that bitch a regular
Told that boy "huddy", yeah, that dude tried to love me
Said he wanna be friends, whole time tryna cuff me
I ain't into that, I don't do lovey dovey
Bossed up bitch, no Cassie, I'm Puffy
Why don't you get in your bag?
Why don't you get off your ass?
Silly little bitches swear they make me laugh
Pay 'em no mind, leave 'em in the past
[Chorus]
Rockstar bitch on some rockstar shit
Blue canaries on my wrist, best believe I bought it
Racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Your bitch love me, said I'm hot like August
Back when I was a jit, bro was really lit
He was baggin' up his stick, but pretend I ain't saw it
Got you bitches mad back then I called it
Turn up this year, young Tatum, I'm ballin'