Rick Ross - I'm Not a StarLyrics

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