[Intro: Symba]
Hitmaka
Nah, for real, I ain't gon' be kadaby
Right Now Sound
Some shit you just can't tame
A Bay nigga gon' be a Bay nigga
Got it on Smash
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba]
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Not make it)
Don't run, girl, can you take it?
Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Girl, yeah, you gotta love it
[Verse 1: Symba]
My lil' baby, she got a lot, I got a little more
Every time she hit she askin', "what this hittin' for?" (Ay)
She want to come with me
And do shit she ain't did before (Did before)
She got a man, but that nigga just don't do it for her (Haha)
She need somebody that's gon' bless her
Not somebody that gon' stress her
She know I be with the extras
So I'm hittin' it on the dresser
I want brain, she want the same thing
We tutorin' together, after two or three lectures
Put that pussy on a stretcher, I be
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba]
Lovin' your body to sleep, ah, yeah (Yeah)
You doin' somethin' to me, ah, yeah (Yeah)
Now, you keep me up on the way down (Way down)
If it went bad, would you stay down? (Hey)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba]
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Not make it, yeah)
Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Hey, yeah)
Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah)
Girl, you gotta love it (Ay)
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Yeah, ooh, yeah)
Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Ooh)
Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you gotta love it
[Verse 2: Symba & Ty Dolla $ign]
And I'ma have them callin' me Mario, if the pussy good
She hit the Hennessy with me, you know my baby hood (Ha)
Take her out to Inglewood, put her in the Hills
Put some red beneath her heels
"Hold on, Symb, you gotta chill"
I know that we for real, so I don't mind footin' the bill (Nah)
You gotta understand that we ain't dealin' with no feels
Eye to eye with you, no question, I ride with you
Shit, when I'm with you side nigga, he ain't had no idea (Ay)
[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Symba]
Lovin' your body to sleep, ah, yeah (Ay)
You doin' somethin' to me, ah, yeah (Ay)
Now, you keep me up on the way down
If it went bad, would you stay down?
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Woah, yeah)
Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Hey)
Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Yeah)
Girl, you gotta love it
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it (Ooh, yeah)
Don't run, girl, can you take it? (Ooh)
Put it in the air and say my name, yeah (Ooh)
Girl, you gotta love it
[Outro: Symba & Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm sittin' on the balcony, thinkin' 'bout a lot of shit
Like back when you left me for school
'Cause you had a scholarship
Shit fucked me up, I didn't want to acknowledge it
So I threw free shows and drowned in my accomplisments
I called you just to tell you she pregnant, you didn't like it
You seen the baby shower invite and you got excited
You triflin', how you tryna live through her?
Lookin' at him like he could live through me
You still tryna turn the sixth man to the MVP
And wonder why you never get no ring
Hotline don't bling, ain't shit to talk about
And as quiet as kept, we better off without
I got a son now, a nigga feedin' more than one now
I can't play no games with you, certain shit just isn't fun now
But it don't matter 'cause you still call me blocked
You must like to waste your energy a lot
But I ain't here for what you talkin' 'bout
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
That's what you used to tell me
You would say I'd never get to where I want to be
But look where I am today
Girl, you gotta love it
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
He left you for dealin' with me, but
When I'm with you side nigga, he ain't had no idea, yeah
Girl, you gotta love it
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Girl, you gotta love it
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
We made it, bitch, we made it
Girl, you gotta love it
