Stars In The Sky*

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

All three phones, they go off at the same time

I smoke dope and play the game at the same time

You got problems you ain’t face, bitch, I face mine

You share your blunt with yo’ partners, bitch, I face mine

You share your clothes with yo’ partners, bitch, I buy mine

And this ’09 Dior shit is made my Slimane

I’m having fun, in this Margiela Martin

I drip like my Grandad when I’m rockin’ Marni

Got a rockstar bitch, I call her Dolly Parton

Live a real lit life, you can’t crash my party

Still the same young nigga, Addicted to Money

We done made so much, we related through money

I get this shit out the mud and you can’t take that from me

I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money

(I’m printing money)

(I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money)

(I’m in this bitch with Clayco)

[Verse]

Okay, my diamonds twinkle just like sunshine

Oh, that’s your bitch? Well, that bitch is mine

Look in my eyes, all you see is dollar signs

Oh, she like money? Then, that bitch is my kind

When she count my money up, she lookin’ fine

She say, she wanna a [?], and look, I gave her five

Yeah, you know that we told that nigga, he should stop

And look, young nigga, this what happen when you try

Yeah, I, am big enough to put stars in the sky

Yeah, I, can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind

Yeah, I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy

But if you tell me, it take time, then I got the will to try

I done got so fuckin’ high, now I know that I can fly

Bitch, you know this world is mine, I want you and you, together

[?] gon’ lead, when I move in silence

[?], bitch, I hear the sirens

I’m outside, bitch, fuck this virus

[?] (Okay)
[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I, am big enough to put stars in the sky)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I can’t show you, this’ll rearrange your mind)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

(I, might not be the most perfect kinda guy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)

All three phones, they go off at the same time

I smoke dope and play the game at the same time

You got problems you ain’t face, bitch, I face mine

You share your blunt with yo’ partners, bitch, I face mine

You share your clothes with yo’ partners, bitch, I buy mine

And this ’09 Dior shit is made my Slimane

I’m having fun, in this Margiela Martin

I drip like my Grandad when I’m rockin’ Marni

Got a rockstar bitch, I call her Dolly Parton

Live a real lit life, you can’t crash my party

Still the same young nigga, Addicted To Money

We done made so much, we Related Through Money

I get this shit out the mud and you can’t take that from me

I get paid so much, it’s like I’m printing money

(I’m in this bitch with Clayco)