Gotta Be A Star [Remix]
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Lyrics
[Chorus] Gotta be a player Gotta be a star I'ma let you smell the weed [?] [Verse 1: Johnny Juliano] Gotta be a player Gotta be a star Every time I rap They like cool with yall Yall be so grown Yall be so clean Piff by the pound Know (nah) what I (wah) mean? City on lock My jacket's on scheme Made it from the bottom Everybody know me Zooty young Fat Boi Fresh on the jeans Kiss so smooth, dress so mean Do it for the slum Loses thoughts in place Motherfucker step Yeah tell him to his face Gotta be star Look where I'm on Rеp where you from Ain't too far PGH Pistolvania bang it from afar Boy won't play with the gaugе in the song Gotta be a player Gotta be a star Made it outta nothin' so we gotta be a star [Chorus] Gotta be a player Gotta be a star I'ma let you smell the weed [?] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I gotta stay high so I keep a dutchie rolled up Plus I keep it pimpin see me grippin all this dough up When I ride by trunk beatin, sittin comfortably Yeah I'm so fly you got no choice but to look up to me Music like crack so I move it like weight Money on my mind, grind 25/8 A long white tee, academics on my jeans My fitted got a lean, that's how I get it, 'ya 'mean? I gotta be a player, I gotta be a star I'm dodgin all these haters plottin on my downfall I couldn't understand what all this sittin round's for So I got my paper up and stayed the fuck from round ya'll So if you hustle hard keep a couple grands on Big knots with the rubber bands on All the shorties wanna put they hands on Gotta be a player, gotta be a star [Chorus] Gotta be a player Gotta be a star I'ma let you smell the weed [?] [Verse 3: S. Money] Gotta be a player, gotta be a star Gotta be a soldier, gotta-gotta stand tall Gotta get money, gotta ball till I fall (uh) Gotta cop cars, splurge at the mall (uh) Get my shine on, rock jewerly and all (cling!) Streets ain't safe so I gotta play it raw This is motivation haters, get on ya job 22 inch chrome on my Cadillac dawg Since I was 16 I was stacking money rolls (yup) Gotta lotta paper, ch'yeah I got a lotta hoes (ch'yeah) I spit for the ghetto chefs cookin on the stove And them D boys trappin, movin heavy blow Spark up the smoke so I can get blow (uh) Only smoke kush or some goddamn purp Problems with my team then them gats gon' squirt (brrraat) 32 shots homie, thats gon' hurt [Chorus] Gotta be a player Gotta be a star I'ma let you smell the weed [?]
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Credits
- Writers
- S. Money
- Johnny Juliano
- Wiz Khalifa