All Stars

Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars

Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars

Feelin' like that bitch, all-black Rick fit

Designer problems, designer riches

Went to a party straight out of Project X

I met a rich nigga, we had some rich sex

My body lookin' right in my Mugler

Even my toenails match my underwear

Pull up in some shit you've never seen

My pussy clean, these niggas green

That's why me and my bitches gettin' all they green

Nothing come between me and my things

Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Celine

I'm a high-fashion bitch

None of these bitches can match the wrist

None of these bitches can rap like this

Fuck cars, drivers on deck all night

Fuck the law, I'm tryna act real bad tonight

Fuck that bitch, she could've been up eatin' with me

Fuck that nigga, he mad he can't eat this pussy

Duck nails, feelin' very Y2K

Woke up moody, who the fuck wan' fight today?

Ten, ten, tens all across the board (ten)

When he with you, bitch, he always bored

When he with me, we on one accord

It's always foreigns, never Honda Accords (skrrt, skrrt)

Out the cut, but I wanna go to bed

Bitches lurkin' when they could be makin' bread

Miu Miu, I don't know, now do you

Go on Vogue, I'm a rapper on the runway too

Bad, bad bitches in my entourage

Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars

Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars

Big black trucks like, "Fuck cars"

All my bitches with the shit, I'm really rich

All my niggas scammin' shit, it's always hits

When you with me, bitch, we always hit

When you with me, bitch, he ain't shit

Bad bitches with designer glow

Bad bitches with designer glow

I'm a star, ho, bitch, I glow

Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show