Superstars

[Intro: Max B] You know you’re boy a superstar Ridin that five Got the boy in the building We coming strong (Prolific) Capo [Chorus: Max B] We them superstars My niggas blowing on pounds of smoke Bring my niggas around the velvet rope We them superstars And we only got a pound to go, bitch, let me stick my dick down your throat We them superstars We came from living on the day to day, grind on the streets, that's the life of a G Now we doing it bigger, We rock the ice and match the price of your D We them superstars [Verse 1: Jim Jones] It's just a part of my vision (Listen) To blow twelve stacks, while we party [?] Yeah, automatic starting ignitions At least six figures, for every car that we whipping Get money down in Miami, it's Farraris I dip in And when I'm in the A, yeah, I'm shopping at Lenox Up in Harlem, play the blocks on Lenox (East side) Do it big, nigga, heavy rocks in my tennis (Wow) I show my ass, let the cops get offended (Fuck 'em) When I'm racing up the av, in my drop all tinted We trapstars, in all black cars (Dipset) Can buy out the mall, one swipe of my black card [Chorus: Max B] We them superstars My niggas blowing on pounds of smoke Bring my niggas around the velvet rope We them superstars And we only got a pound to go, bitch, let me stick my dick down your throat We them superstars We came from living on the day to day, grind on the streets, that's the life of a G Now we doing it bigger, We rock the ice and match the price of your D We them superstars [Verse 2: Max B] I came in this game coz I love it You could say it was my girl Couldn't sacrifice, I wouldn't trade her for the world She keep me cluddy, she give me hickeys and plenty of smooch Keep me floating, she stuff my Dickie with plenty of kush I be fucking with these bitches, I know what they like I can make them think they wrong, when I know that they right I done hit them all, young chicks, the strong and the weak Mama said, "the shorter the nigga, the longer his meat" I be balling in the suite, I fucks the bad bitches, smut 'em up, beat the pussy up and no calling for a week Them O’s they got it for cheap Me and the homie Bleek got overseas and G the fizzy with trips to Costa Rica [Chorus: Max B] We them superstars My niggas blowing on pounds of smoke Bring my niggas around the velvet rope We them superstars And we only got a pound to go, bitch, let me stick my dick down your throat We them superstars We came from living on the day to day, grind on the streets, that's the life of a G Now we doing it bigger, We rock the ice and match the price of your D We them superstars