Rockstar Status Gunna

[Chorus]
Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it
Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it
Gotta have it
Rockstar status nigga, gotta have it
Bitch I call the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Police by my spot and I was still trapping

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim
Checkerboard all at my crib
Louis V, Louis V, Damier
That Franck Muller look like Cartier
Walk inside the mall and get me something to wear
Bitch I came from the sub I could never care
I was fucked up and broke, you was never there
What the fuck is a friend
They ain't got a hand they could lend
Last time I fell to the pen
I had to commit a sin
I dropped the ball and now I got it back
I went to jail and I ain't goin' back
I kept it solid, niggas knowing that
I'ma go to the trap, run me up a sack
I'ma go to the trap, run me up a sack
I'ma go the house, try to stack a bank
I'ma pull on the block, roll me up some dank
I'ma go to the yo, pour me up a pint
I'ma shit on these niggas and let 'em hate
Now this bitch wanna call, I'ma let her wait
Niggas want me to fall, hold your breath and wait
Bitch I'm never on time 'cause I'm always late