Look at me bitch Look at me bitch Look at me bitch I'm an American superstar
[Chorus: x2] I got guns for the snitches Roses for the bitches Hop up off the whip Paparazzi taking pictures I got guns for the snitches And roses for the bitches Hop up off the whip Paparazzi taking pictures
Heavy metal for them boys Slanging pedals for the cash Got an appetite for destruction You can call me excel Ask me bout what a nigga done done Ask me bout what a nigga do well Ask me were the bricks come from That's what a snitch nigga do they tell I don't want nothing to do with that deal If it's selected I'm bringing them shells Only position for me is a player That's right player Better get it right player I have to be in emergency Lucky for you if I'm blowing my trees Come on my nerve No regular me It's somebody shawty with me on her knees I'm ready if there's a problem She sexy Flo Rida holla Don't test me get that bro harda' Get messy just like a mobster My brawls deserve lobsters You clowns deserve choppas You serve like jimmy hoppa American show-stoppa'
Look at me bitch Look at me bitch I got money on money on money on money On top of more money on top of my shit like flies Open that Ferrari f5 like eyes Up and down ocean drive Jumping out that Maybach With a bitch way back to tease them thighs She got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305 D-J Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your line Cause you don't want me to edit before we roll the credits Bitch give me my credit I'm so energetic I'm fucking like rabbits smoking on lettuce But what ever I want I get it I meant it if I said it And I say I keep pumping I ain't talking unleaded If you want it come get it Cause boy I'm ready I get it fast fetty They should call me Tom Petty Got two bitches one peanut butter jelly I'm an American gangsta already And I'm an American superstar
I'm an American superstar Yeah I'm an American superstar Yeah I'm an American superstar Yeah Baby I'm an American superstar Yeah uh huh