I'm Not A Star - Rick Ross

Maybach music
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 cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partna' and help them crackas give 'em thirty
I told 'em I got 'em, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 8:30
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 10:30
Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitches thirty for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a Dan Marino
Talkin' quarterbacks mean ya talkin' quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it
Where I come from, if ya hopin' then ya payin'
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
Am I my brothers keeper, motherfucker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas 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 nigga think he Ricky
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas 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' bitches like I'm T.O.
Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he Neno
Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork to T.O
My niggas never sing if I need 'em I go to neo
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 the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a P.O.

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas 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