Who You Are (Superstar) Big Sean

[Intro]
Callin' my number one
Front row at your audience
All these cameras and you still alone
My phone is always on
I'm always on, I'm always on
(I'll be your groupie, baby)
Aye, woah, woah, look

[Chorus]
These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far
You the one that they got up on mood board
When I flick you from the back, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Aye, I know who you are
I know who you are

[Verse 1]
Your face buried in silk
I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill
Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still
I'm talkin' shit in your ear, you showin' off in the mirror
I match your sex drive, I'm teachin' you how to steer
I put you in every gear, yeah
I ask her do she love it, she said "Daddy, hell yeah"
She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real)
You don't need a man, you need a manager, hold up
You don't need a man, you need a cameraman
I'm not that nigga that you call that's never answering
These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it
Aye, Tesla truck, pickin' it up
Dickin' her down, liftin' her down
She drop it again, it's deluxe
She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick
Fuck around and have a superstar kid