Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Smokin´ on Gary Payton I ain´t gon´ ventilate it, see y´all gon´ ball
But y´all ain´t gon´ ball like Hayden Chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah My brothers like Ed, Edd, and Eddy, yeah Hollywood hoes so petty Y´all way too friendly, yeah Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Smokin´ on Gary Payton I ain´t gon´ ventilate it, see y´all gon´ ball But y´all ain´t gon´ ball like Hayden Chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah My brothers like Ed, Edd, and Eddy, yeah Hollywood hoes so petty Y´all way too friendly, yeah
Big drums in the club like it´s Rock Band On God, I could never shake the opps hand Off top, that´s how I´ma end up in the top 10 Threw away the ghost gun when the Glock jammed
Bros cookin´ in the pot, Gordon Ramsay She was playin´ with her nose in the mansion Shawty always wildin´ out like Nick Cannon Met a bitch do the drills, Charles Manson Can´t trust none of these bitches ´cause the be lyin´ like Pinocchio Money talk like Tim Duncan, I took a flight to San Antonio Blacked out tints to white rims that´s an Oreo Never took my foot up the gas, I got more to go
Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cups Scream, "Murder, murder, murder red rum" I got a spot for who next up You did right, look at your son, yeah
Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Smokin´ on Gary Payton
I ain´t gon´ ventilate it, see y´all gon´ ball But y´all ain´t gon´ ball like Hayden Chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah My brothers like Ed, Edd, and Eddy, yeah Hollywood hoes so petty Y´all way too friendly, yeah Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Smokin´ on Gary Payton I ain´t gon´ ventilate it, see y´all gon´ ball But y´all ain´t gon´ ball like Hayden Chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah My brothers like Ed, Edd, and Eddy, yeah Hollywood hoes so petty Y´all way too friendly, yeah
I´d be paranoid, no Black Sabbath She wanna put me on her lips, no chapstick Twenty bands stuffed in the mattress, yeah
Twenty-one hoes, no savage, yeah If we pull up to the crib then it´s a party Then I´m jumping off the table, Jeff Hardy Shawty wanna eat me up like BeniHibachi Got her looking at my neck like what it cost me (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cups Scream, "Murder, murder, murder red rum" I got a spot for who next up You did right, look at your son, yeah
Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Smokin´ on Gary Payton I ain´t gon´ ventilate it, see y´all gon´ ball But y´all ain´t gon´ ball like Hayden Chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah My brothers like Ed, Edd, and Eddy, yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty Y´all way too friendly, yeah
Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen Momma, I´m a rockstar like Van Halen