American Superstar

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Look at me, bitch, look at me, bitch Look at me, bitch, I'm an American superstar [Chorus 1: Flo Rida & Lil Wayne] I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures [Verse 1: Flo Rida] Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals Got an appetite for destruction, you can call me Axl Ask me bout what a nigga done done Ask me bout what a nigga do well Ask me bout where them bricks come from That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell I don't want nothing to do wit that there If its a lick then I'm bringing them shells Only position for me is a player That's rite player, better get it right player Might have to be an emergency Lucky for you I'm up blowing my trees Calming my nerves, no regular weed Or somebody's shorty wit me, on her knees I'm ready if its a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve choppers Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American show stopper [Chorus 2: Lil Wayne & Flo Rida] I got guns for the snitches, and roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures, like Look at me bitch, look at me bitch [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] (Young Mula, baby!) I got money on money on money on money On top of more money, on top of my shit like flies Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes Bumpin' down Ocean Drive Jumpin out that Maybach with a bitch Went back to tease them thighs She gotta tattoo on her booty and it said 305 DJ Khaled say it's a movie now, don't forget your lines 'Cause you don't want me to edit, before we roll them credits Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic I'm fucking like a rabbit, smoking on lettuce Whatever I want I get it, I meant it if I said And I say I keep a pump, and I ain't talking unleaded If you want it come get it, cause boy I'm ready I get that fast 'fetti, they should call me Tom Petty Got two bitches, one peanut butter one jelly I'm an american gangsta, already and I'm an American superstar [Chorus 1: Flo Rida & Lil Wayne] I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hopping out the whip, paparazzi taking pictures [Outro: Lil Wayne] I'm an American superstar, yeah I'm an American superstar, yeah I'm an American superstar, yeah Baby, I'm an American superstar, haha