Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
She was on me, Truey on my tee
Louis on my B
I go shopping spree
I'm in Tokyo so much I'm turning Japanese
I'm in Tokyo so much that I don't wanna leave
Gucci on my waist
She was on my waist
Damn she bad as ****
Look like Tyra Banks
I might roll one up
I might roll like eight
I might rack it up
Throw that in my safe
She was going up on the yayo
I was pouring up with a fake ho
Man you mad as **** that's how the kid go
I'm a hot boy I feel like bankroll
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Getting more racks now they wanna call me
Getting more racks yeah they know I'm balling
Remember back then when they didn't want me
Now I'm too hot and they all up on me
Getting more racks now they wanna call me
Getting more racks yeah they know I'm balling
More racks
Call me
Getting more racks now they wanna call me
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends
Hopping out the car in my True Religion
Hating on me 'cuz they know I'm winning
I'm a rockstar in my True Religion
Now she want me, she don't wanna be friends