American Superstar (feat. Lil Wayne)

Look at me bitch
 Look at me bitch
 Look at me bitch
 I'm an American superstar
 I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals
 Gotta appetite for destruction, you can call me hacksaw
 Ask me 'bout what a nigga done, done
 Ask me 'bout what a nigga do well
 Ask me 'bout where them bricks come from
 That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell
 I don't want nothin' to do wit' that there
 If it's a lick then I'm bringin' them shells
 Only position for me is a player
 That's rite player, betta get it right player
 Might have to be an emergency
 Lucky for you I'm up blowin' my trees
 Calmin' my nerves, no regular weed
 Or somebody's shorty wit' me on her knees
 I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter
 Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster
 My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve chopper
 Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American showstoppa
 I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures, like
 Look at me bitch, look at me bitch
 (Young Mula baby)
 I got money on, money on, money on
 Money on top of more money on top of my shit like flies
 Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes
 Bumpin' down Ocean Drive
 Jumpin' out that Maybach wit' a bitch went back to tease them thighs
 She had tattoo on her booty and it said 305
 DJ Khaled say it's a movie, now don't forget yo lines
 'Cuz you don't want me to edit before we roll them credits
 Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic
 I'm fuckin' like a rabbit, smokin' on lettuce
 Whatever I want I get it, I meant it if I said it
 And I say I keep it pumpin' and I ain't talkin' unleaded
 If you want it come get it 'cuz boy I'm ready
 I get that fast 'fetti, they should call me Tom Petty
 Got two bitches, one peanut butter, one jelly
 I'm a American gangsta already and I'm an American superstar
 I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches
 Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures
 I'm an American superstar, yeah
 I'm an American superstar, yeah
 I'm an American superstar, yeah
 Baby, I'm an American superstar