[Intro: Chamillionaire]
Rockstar, rockstar (Rock on)
Rockstar (Rock on), it's rock 'n' roll (Rock on)
I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock on!)
[Bridge 1: Chamillionaire]
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax"
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Rock on! They see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tuned off
Keep the four-iron near, keep on thinking that it's for golf (What)
Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thoughts
The Grammy winner—the haters is like, "How could this happen?" (How?)
On the red carpet so much, they mistake me for Aladdin (Wow)
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rockstar?
If I'm near, you can believe the black card is not far
Teen spirit ain't what they smelling; they yelling, "Where that Nirvana?"
The crowd is rocking and rolling them Swishers full of marijuana (Huh)
They judging me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna (Woo)
Famous look right at me and said, “Know why I got my lighter up?" (Why?)
Just like the throwback P. Diddy alias (I'ma puff)
See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion, mister, and lighten up (Ha-ha!)
Rockstar, rockstar (Rock on)
Rockstar (Rock on), it's rock 'n' roll (Rock on)
I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock on!)
[Bridge 1: Chamillionaire]
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax"
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Rock on! They see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tuned off
Keep the four-iron near, keep on thinking that it's for golf (What)
Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thoughts
The Grammy winner—the haters is like, "How could this happen?" (How?)
On the red carpet so much, they mistake me for Aladdin (Wow)
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rockstar?
If I'm near, you can believe the black card is not far
Teen spirit ain't what they smelling; they yelling, "Where that Nirvana?"
The crowd is rocking and rolling them Swishers full of marijuana (Huh)
They judging me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna (Woo)
Famous look right at me and said, “Know why I got my lighter up?" (Why?)
Just like the throwback P. Diddy alias (I'ma puff)
See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion, mister, and lighten up (Ha-ha!)
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