KOOK UP GANG - Roc Star lyrics

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Twinkle, twinkle little star

And how I wonder what you are

And up above the world so high

And I'm like a diamond in the sky

And you think you balling

You think you on a role

Well we roc stars

And we rollin, yea"

I feel like money, I feel like money

I feel like money, I feel like money

Catch me, catch me on the block, I'm posted on the block

Them haters gonna jock at the women like ahhh

You see this wrist

Let me remind ya bitch

On the other side

It might blind ya bitch

Am I a rollin stone

Or a roc star

What best describes me bitch I'm a star

My necklace, yea

It's reckless, yea

When I put it on I'm neckless yea

My pinky ring makes my pinky bling

My pinky blings from my pinky ring

I'm crazy ain't I

I admit I'm crazy

Mouth full of gold

I got rabies

And you wonder why I party like a roc star

What you expect cause I party like a roc star

I take my shirt off in the hood them niggaz feel my pain

I rocked them shows we did I thing them groupies flood the stage

I feel like money, money, money, muthafucka

We getting money, money, money muthafucka

I'm talkin big bucks (bucks)

Everytime that I'm flossin (true talk)

Do what I like deez haterz mad that I'm bossin (I'm bossin man)

I can rock in any hood (hood)

Slide through is sum foreign (hear that)

You better cough your chick dog lifestyle is boring (ok)

And I'm ballin (ballin) what the hell did you expect (expect)

I feel like money I'm a get it to my death (until I die)

Kook Up Gang getting money who cares about your threats (not at all)

Man ya'll sum funny dudes you ain't getting money yet.

Since the beginning of time yea I rock boy

On stage and off stage I'm a block boy

So don't get it confused and get popped boy

I go hard for the love of the dough, Get um

I go hard when I'm whippin it slow, kill um

And I stand alone strong for the block, Hit um

I'm still thinkin bitch I'm still thinkin

I'm still thinkin why I'm still thinking

The new timer with two limas I'm too modest

Like my new problems is no problem they old problems

New grind makin old dollars (bet)

1 line make a ho swallow chea

Look I party like a roc star actions of a block boy

Catch me in a fly car she ain't bad as my broad

I see ya click but they ain't bad as my squad

250 on the wrist to watch my time spark

And that's the message I'm a get it til my time stop

No top on top with the pine locked

Only thing I ain't got is a pine box

1 beam 1 shot bet time stop

Same block same clip in that still gloc

Niggas say they bout they business but they still watch

So all my whips stay tinted with the wheels stock

Unless I'm trickin for the chickens then the wheels rock.

You think you ballin

You think you on a roll

Well we roc stars and we rollin yea

Roc stars and we rollin yea

Roc stars and we rollin yea