Rockstar girl, rockstar, rockstar girl Rockstar baby, she's a rockstar girl, rockstarToo much drugs, too much drugs, alcohol Too much drugs, evidence, too much drugsComing off, coming off your pennies By the beach, waiting on SundayCan't y'all just say that you feel a bit on islandPushed her like Kremlin Took her to Neiman's and she got a guy on her huntiesWhen she got knees, I call her, tell her, bitch, pleaseCan't be focused, you all know, yes, indeedCan't get out, tell the bitch, pleaseBitch, I'm getting too oldTell the money, it ain't getting too longBitch, I'm getting too oldAnd these hoes, they ain't getting too boldTold them they can call, call me like they bitchCan't put on the wrong, yeah, put it in the rulesReminiscing about the old school goalsNew ties for the brand new loveI got youngs, but I still want moreThey bitches been trying me, I just be staying lowAnd I be staying in modeGet a high and I'm calling stonesRockstar girl, rockstar, rockstar girlRockstar baby, she's a rockstar girlRockstarToo much drugs, too much drugs, alcoholToo much drugs, addictsToo much drugs, car loanComing off your penniesBaddie B's ringin' on SundayCarry on the shadyPut a lil' bitch on islandPuss turn like KremlinRockstar girl, rockstar girlRockstar girl, rockstar girlBaby, she's a rockstar girlRockstar girl, rockstar girlDiamond studded, my ears in the cakeShawty talkin' to me like a petWe in Vegas, so let's get madCall your ex or nigga get marriedAll my trouble like it's Halloween* to the head, the lean, it make me weepShe got me cocked in the back like I'm in a cop carShawty sippin' drink, feelin' like a cop carShe Nayman like a rockstarCook it up, cook it upCook it up, cook it upCook it up like it's pastaRockstar girl, rockstar girlRockstar girl, rockstar girlRockstar baby, she's a rockstar girlRockstar girlThank you.