Rapstars

[Hook]

I'm with some rapstars, footballers

Drug dealers, shot callers

Bad bitches, with the maddest backs

And yea they play dirty

We gone dagga dat

I'm with some rapstars, footballers

Drug dealers, shot callers

Bad bitches, with the maddest backs

And yea they play dirty

We go dagga dat

[Verse 1]

Off to the club do you see that lighty

Tell that chick that I want her number

If you ever see her bumper

Make a man say what the bumba

Say she don't want to rush things

I say we ain't getting no younger

No we ain't getting no younger

Gal jump on my cucumber

Got a bag of machine in my gaza

Mi na fist fight, I'm too marger

Straight home visits from my barber

No actors I don't do drama

They can't bare that I'm getting larger

Got a whole heap of a pride from my father

Get a battery if she wanna

Krept fling that girl on the charger

More money, more money, more swag

Was a baller but don't do wags

If I ain't driving then I'm in the cab

Trying get stretzy girl in my pad

If I ain't in the endz then I'm in the lab

I'm in the club and it went bad

Got carried away and spent like a bag

Big batty girl tell the pretty boy mad

Big batty girl tell the pretty boy sick

Brain so dumb, thigh so thick

Trappers trying to get a house from a brick

Tell these haters get off my dick

I got the darkest tints on my whip

I get paper, I dont slip

Money talks I ain't taking no lip

Just trying make this Chris Browning strip

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

More money, more money, more pagans

Man dem hustle hard on a space thing

Pop bottles whenever we raving

My show moneys your savings

Man's hyping on twitter for ratings

Me don't hype I get cake in

Little lighty up in my bedroom

Now they all wanna know are we dating

I get big gal, fuck the rumors

I dont touch guns, I got shooters

Dre dash 'em out their coopers

Got the young g's out in their scooters

Them man go so hard on the curb

Don't get nicked no I ain't done a bird(?)

We go ham, fam take my word

Raise glasses to the eye sights blurred

Got a bag a girl on our table

Independent life no label

I got three girl who want my maple

Give me haze cause they think I'm stable

Trying to get baby girl to my cradle

Its a biggie trying to be faithful

I see a friend die so fatal

Till this day is still painful

From the wrong road to the right plan

Man's hustling through to the ice land

Made with the main man you a side man

I can count on Skinnies he's my right hand

My right hand, my nigga

I'm gonna drink him when I'm bigger

Couple tings I banged off twitter

From celebrities to a stripper

[Hook]