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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Angad Bains
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Wheezy outta here
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Stickin' to the models, yeah
Drinkin' out the bottle, yeah
What have you done to deserve this?
You gon' have to keep a gun if it's dirty
Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum
Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin' thirty drum
We buss a check up down thе middle, nine figures
I packed thе hood out on the jet when I first came up
Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless
Shit ain't the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous
It could be a motive when you litty and you famous
Fucked on her a few times 'til it feel like she a stranger
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Abu Dhabi trip with a US broad
Back to back Lamb's, need an extra garage
Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start
Smokin' on exotic, you can smell when it tar
Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me
Let me spray it in her head, now it's sticky, sticky
We just came up from the dead now I'm shittin' shittin', yeah
Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch
I just walked into the spot and changed the climate
I got bitches in the back and on the side of me
He didn't bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave
I just wanna smoke him 'cause he shot at me
Cash out in the mall, it's worth a quarter key
Bread gang so we get a lot of keys
Prayin' to the God in my rosary
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Dwan Lecurtis Avery
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