Superstar

Yeah Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar Party over the night like a rock star And when we make love it’s like a porn star And whenever I ball bitch I'm an all star I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar. Im on ma stairway to heaven, dear Heavenly Father, God had on no Gucci, guessin' coz Devil wears Prada. You know ma motto 'dont get mad, bitch...get money. I know you want get it, still you cant take nuthin from me. A nigga livin' comfy hoes imported from London, half white, half good lovin Yeah packages shipped to the Runners. He be straight from Cuba, life is a mo'fucker, Until you finally fuck her, found out you shouldn't 'a' trust her. The lifestyle of a hustler, blow money fast, fuck 'em. Throw it up in the air, make it all back before sun up. Every bitch is a come up, no matter who you are, here's a toast to the trap stars Yeah Here's a toast to living my life like a movie star Party over the night like a rock star And when we make love it’s like a porn star And whenever I ball bitch I'm an all star I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar. Still on my stairway to heaven, dear heavenly Father This devil wore a dress, Angelina, Madonna, Fame monster, no relation to Gaga, Bitch got a lot of problems money ain't one of em promise Graduated with honors, she don’t drink she don’t light up We're heavy on the powder, and every night is young Red murcileago, Who the f*ck gonna stop em, She's been racing through the gray and Guess who’s the driver, fame! She thought she'd live forever, Like so many stars, whose souls we captured on cameras I need my privacy, *sanity matter o' fact* Here's a toast to living my life, man Chorus: Yeah Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar Party over the night like a rock star And when we make love it’s like a porn star And whenever I ball bitch I'm an all star I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar I’ma superstar, superstar, superstar.