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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybach Music
[Verse 2]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a .45
If I 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 **** in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them **** where it hurts
Told on my partna and help them gadgets give 'em thirty
I told 'em I got it, therefore I gotta do you dirty
Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30
Scoop me a dime, now makin' off at 10:30
Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitch, it's thirty for the pie
[Verse 3]
Nine for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino
Talkin' quarterbacks, meanin' talkin' quarter kilos
**** feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it
Where I come from, if you open, it ya payin'
How I can save when all my **** in the can?
And by my brother's people, motherfucker, take my hand
[Verse 4]
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the **** 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
[Verse 5]
All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this **** think he Ricky
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the **** 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
[Verse 6]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milli on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a 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' bitches like I'm TO
Trunk full of work, yeah, this **** think he Nino
Three dice, yeah, grab a **** for a kilo
Pinky ring a hundred grand, but keep that on the D-low
Diddy negotiates, send the paperwork to Theo
My **** never sing, if I need 'em, I go to Ne-Yo
Fuck a famous bitch, then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo'
Monday for menages, and Tuesday, I get a trio
And a bitch that get a gift on the strength, she was a PO
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the **** 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
Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, William Roberts
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