Playboi Carti - Rockstar Lyrics

Yeah
Bring that lighter here real quick (What? P)
Popstar (What?) I'm a real popstar
(What? Pi'erre, ooh, ooh)
I'm a real rockstar
(Top of y'all, ooh, ooh, beep)
I'm on top of all y'all
(Bean, bean, what? What? What?)

I'm on top of all y'all (I'm on top)
I'm on top, lookin' down on y'all
(I'm on top)
On the edge but I swear I won't fall
(I won't fall)
She in love, love to work her jaw
(She in love)
I don't give a f*ck, man, f*ck the law
(F*ck the law)
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck that bitch raw
(F*ck her raw)
We don't give a f*ck, we like
"F*ck y'all" (F*ck y'all)
We don't give a f*ck, we some rockstars
(Rockstars)

Ooh, I'm a real popstar
(I'm a real popstar)
I'm a real rockstar (I'ma a real rockstar)
I'm a real popstar, yeah
I'ma real rockstar, I'm a real popstar
Yeah (F*ck them hoes too)

I'm a real rockstar, yeah
(Pop them beans too)
I just f*ckin' met this broad, yeah
(F*ck them hoes too)
I f*cked this bitch down in the back, yeah
(I pop them beans too)
Throw some cash all up in the Goyard (Bitch)
Hop up out the Porsche
I parked it in the yard
(What are you doing?)
Hoppin' out the Porsche
I'm shootin' after y'all (yeah)
I don't give a f*ck
I'm after all of y'all (All of y'all)
Say you wanna f*ck with me
Jacking none of y'all

Ooh, f*cking none of y'all
Says she wanna f*ck with me
Ain't f*ckin' none of them (Hello?)
Says she wanna f*ck
We can't f*ck with none of them (Huh?)
I can't even stand that, can't wit 'em
(Can't talk to him)
All these bitches, they can't talk to him
(Can't talk to him) when I ain't had shit
They ain't wanna talk to him
(I f*ck them hoes too) rannin' up a check
Now they wanna talk to 'em (yeah)
Callin' up my phone, man
I'm talking nothing to 'em (Hello?)
Stankin' up the room, smokin' on the fruit
(Gas, ooh)
F*ckin' on your bitch, I had to get the loot
(Hello?) f*ckin' on your bitch then gave
That ho the boot (Hello? Ooh)
We just keep it true
You know we keep it true (True)

I'm a real rockstar, yeah
(Popping beans too)
I just f*ckin' met this broad, yeah
(F*ck them hoes too)
I f*cked this bitch down in the back, yeah
(I f*ck them hoes too)
Throw some cash all up in the Goyard
(I pop them beans too)
Hop up out the Porsche
I parked it in the yard (I popped a bag too)
Hoppin' out the Porsche
I'm shootin' after y'all
(I f*cked the ho too) I don't give a f*ck
I'm after all of y'all
Say you wanna f*ck with me
Jacking none of y'all

Ooh, I'm a real popstar
(Pop them beans, bih') I'm a real rockstar
(Yeah, pop them beans, 29)
I'm a real popstar, yeah
I'ma real rockstar, I'm a real popstar
Yeah (I'm a real popstar)

F*cking on your bitch, that's me
(Pop them beans)
F*cking on your bitch, that's me
(Pop them beans)
F*cking on your bitch, that's me
(Pop them beans)
F*cking on your bitch, that's me
(Pop them beans)
F*ck that bitch, give her more
(Pop them beans)
F*ck your bitch, can't get no more
(Pop them beans)
F*ck that bitch, can't get no more
(Bad-ass broad)

I'm a real popstar, yeah
(F*ck them hoes too, hello? Cash)
I'm a real rockstar, yeah
(Pop them beans too, cash)
And you know I stay popping bars
(Pop them beans too)
F*cking on the baddest bitch
The baddest broad (F*ck them hoes too)
Ayy, ayy, and that bitch up in the yard
(F*ck them hoes too)
Tulane, all this cauliflower
(F*ck them hoes too)
Riverdale, you know I f*ck with y'all
(Cash, what?)
We some real motherf*ckers, yeah
(Pour it, dude) yo Pi'erre, play it