BitchesWe The Best MusicAnother one, yeahDJ Khaled
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
Ayy, shawty with the long text, I don’t talk, ayyShawty with the long legs, she don’t walk, ayyYeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck, ayy2020, I came to fuck it up, yeahI want a long life, a legendary one (yeah)I want a quick death (yeah), and a easy one (yeah)I want a pretty girl (yeah), and a honest one (yeah)I want this drink (yeah), and another one, yeahAnd I’m troublesome, yeahI’m a popstar, but this shit ain’t bubblegum, yeahYou would probably think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeahBut my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ayyLook, Ariana, Selena, my VisaIt can take as many charges as it needs to, my girlThat shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girlNiggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girlI’ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girlPlease don’t take no shit that’s ’bout to have you geekin’And I’m not drivin’ nothin’ that I gotta stick the keys inWonder how I got this way? I swear I got the
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
I’m a popstar, not a doctor, watch herSay she rep a whole different block, so I blocked herBusy at the crib, cookin’ salmon with the lobsterIf we talkin’ joints, it’s just me and David FosterBodyguards don’t look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin’Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evenin’They tell the same story so much, they start to believe itThe ones that start like, “Drizzy’s shit was cool, but we even”Man, how the fuck?Two, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciateCrown in my hand and I’m really playin’ keep-awayShit don’t even usually get this big without a Bieber faceNah, nah, piece of cake, nah, nah, Turks and Caic’, yeah, yeahGo and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeahYeah, I keep a, like I keep the faithWonder how I got this way? Swear I got the
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
Bitches callin’ my phone like I’m locked up, nonstopFrom the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter, yeahCops pullin’ up like I’m givin’ drugs out, nah, nahI’m a popstar, not a doctor
