Superstar

Lyrics

[Intro: Billy Cook] Ooh, ooh [Chorus: Fat Pat] Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D [Verse 1: Fat Pat] Player haters, wanna know who I be The capital letters, F-A to the T Coming down slow in my candy red drop Everybody looking at me, but I don't stop Thangs done changed in the game, since way back Cause I done came up, a playa got wood stacks Now broads on my jock, got to back-back 'Cause everybody wanna be with that Fat Pat Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hand, see Paid in full, make stacks So a young nigga don't know how to act So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss Now I'm coming up, and them shops can kiss A real player's ****, 'cause I'm crawling down slow Come up in the game, just to let everybody know [Chorus: Fat Pat] Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D [Verse 2: Mike D] It's been a long long time, in the game 21 young, and I finally got my fame Dollas and cents, can't let it change me True to the game, so the fame don't amaze me Living my life, as a hustler Doing this dirt, since a youngster So Mr. what you saying, ain't doing nothing to me Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me I remember back in, 90 what 3 Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G Boys ain't like it, I don't really care Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas Broke my paper down, I'ma still make my ends 1996, came hopped off the Benz Boys in my face, like it wasn't really nothing That's why I came down, chopping on them buttons man [Chorus: Fat Pat] Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D [Verse 3: Fat Pat] Hit a lick I came up, I'm back in the game I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T Living in luxury, doing it like a O.G Everyday, all day I'm starched down, piece on my neck I don't play Ike will spray, leave candy red Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads Got new friends, cause I got ends When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris Everybody know, we do it just like this Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades We gon parlay, and I just say [Chorus: Fat Pat] Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be? It's Fat Pat and the boy Mike D [Outro: Billy Cook] Yeah, ooh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah Hoo, yeah Player haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down, like a superstar If you really wanna, who it be It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D