Rockstar Status - Gunna

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

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 the trap, run me up a sack

I’ma go 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

Rockstar status nigga, 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

Rockstar status nigga, 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

Balling like Jordan

The bitch got me feeling like Tony

If you got a lick put me on it

I wanna see my opponent

The real ones, they running with Gunna

They know I’ma keep it one hunnid

We trap and we eat at Katana

That shit that you did, we done done it

Yeah yeah, if you want a bag nigga run it

My bro sell them shits on the corner

My plug really rich, she a grower

I serve all my plates with a blower

I think I might open a store

Remember I used to be poor

I can’t stop it, I keep getting more

I can’t stop it, I keep getting more

I see hoes when I walk through the door

Get them racks, put the safe in a floor

I done came a long way selling dope

It’s their dreams and they try to sell hope

I sold lean and I tried to sell coke

I’m 6−0 bitch I run with the locs

Louis V checkerboard on my coat

Rockstar status nigga, 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

Rockstar status nigga, 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