I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta
Pimping hoes when I was five years old
We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley
Cause that's just how we always like to roll
We didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling
Our golden teeth and our Cadillac Escalade
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me
And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I've got it made

Chorus:
I'm living fat and I'm living large
Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my P.O. said that I won't get far
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star
Chillin' at the club with my homies
Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past
You better step on off and not be frontin'
Or else I'll bust a cap off in your ass
I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama
Don't ask me cause that's all you need to know
His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace
Cause that's just how we always like to roll

Chorus:
I'm living fat and I'm living large
Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my P.O. said that I won't get far
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star
Being the son
Of a Rap Star