Текст песни Rick Ross - I’m not a star

I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty

Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
Roll up and c*ck it and hit them ni*gas where it hurts
Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty

I told em I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my benz, been in these b*tches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I'm lyin'

I got a bake sale, b*tches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino
Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
Ni*gas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it

Where I come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
How I can save when all my ni*gas in the can
And by my brothers people, motherf*cker take my hand

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni*gas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star

All black Lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this ni*ga think he ricky

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni*gas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star

I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute

I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I'm a player catchin b*tches like I'm TO
Trunk full of work, yea this ni*ga think he neno
Three dice yea, grab a ni*ga for a kilo

Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My ni*gas never sing if I need em I go to neo
F*ck a famous b*tch then I treat her just like a ski-oh

Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio
And the b*tch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the ni*gas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star
I'm not a star