Lyrics:
Workin on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin too much
Havent done my taxes, Im too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin nuts
Niggas caught me slippin once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, Id tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
Production Company: Fela / Mssng Peces
Director: Julien Christian Lutz pka Director X
Producer: Fuliane Petikyan / Taj Critchlow / Sam Lecca
DP: Chris Probst
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Aye, shorty with the long text I don’t talk, aye
Shorty with the long legs she don’t walk, yeah
Last year I kept it on the tuck, aye
2020, I came to fuck it up, yeah
I want a long life a legendary one
I want a quick death yeah and an easy one
I want a pretty girl and an honest one
I want this drink and another one, yeah
And I’m troublesome, yeah
I’m a popstar but this shit ain’t bubblegum, yeah
You would probably think my manager was Scooter Braun, yeah
But my manager with 20 hoes in Buddakan, yeah
Aye, look, Arianna, Selena my Visa
It can take as many charges as it needs to my girl
That shit platinum just like all of my releases my girl
Niggas come for me I tear them all to pieces my girl
I’m gonna show your sexy ass what relief is my girl
Please don’t take no shit that’s bout to have you geekin
And I’m not driving nothing that I got to stick the keys in
Wonder how I got this way I swear I got the
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Watch her said she rep a whole different block so I blocked her
Busy at the crib cooking salmon with the lobster
If we talking joints it’s just me and David Foster
Bodyguards don’t look like Kevin Costner you tweakin
Just pulled up to Whitney Houston Texas for the evening
They tell the same story so much they start to believe it
The ones that start like Drizzy shit was cool but we even
Man how the fuck….
2,4,6,8 watch is factory so they appreciate
Crown in my hand and I’m really playing keep away
Shit don’t even usually get this big without a Bieber face
Nah nah piece of cake
Nah nah Turks and Caic
Yeah yeah go and get your friends we can sneak away
Yeah yeah yeah I keep a … like I keep the faith
Wonder how I got this way swear I got the
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Bitches calling my phone like I’m locked up nonstop
From the plane to the fucking helicopter yeah
Cops pulling up like I’m giving drugs out nah nah
I’m a popstar not a doctor
Lyrics:
Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Rep the set (Yee), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang)
Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Dont chase no bitches)
Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask)
Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask)
Percocets (Cets), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Dont chase no bitches)