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Imma Star Video (MV)




Performed By: Hollywood Rog
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Roger Evans Jr.
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Hollywood Rog - Imma Star Lyrics




Chasing the money

Chasing the money

She digging my fashion
She know that I put that shit on

Riding with them racks
I swear I done turned to a don

Shawty she love me
She know that the boy putting on

Drink to the head
Yeah we sipping that Dom Perignon

Forty two all in the cup
Yeah this bitch tryna f*ck

She came from Miami
My bitch she so bad with that butt

I ran up a check on these niggas
I don't give a f*ck

She bendin it over
Its like Lamar saying "hut"

I told the lil bitch imma star
Pull up I hop out
I jump out the car

You see that I come from bottom
Shit was so small
But Im turning it large

These bitches they f*ck with the kid
These niggas they hate can't relate

Im focused I'm chasing this cake
Im eating good
Yeah I'm gaining this weight

I know I can't even explain
Taking these drugs to the brain

Merge I'm switchin them lanes
Hop on that beat go insane

Wake up I'm fly as a plane
These bitches be screaming my name

Like James I'm killing the game
Im going insane
I don't care for the fame

Right now I'm chasing the check
Im still shining bright with no chains on my neck

I been realized its my time
I don't need a watch
I don't care for Pateks

But I need that AP baby
I feel like the Prezi
I don't need a vote

A young nigga look like I'm sellin coke
Like French yeah that boy got dope

In my city they look at the kid
Yeah them youngins they wanna be me
I give hope

They know that I put that shit on
Yeah I'm fly as a bitch
Bitch I'm fresh like some soap

Im killing these beats
Send it straight off the dome
Wake up and slide in ya bitch

She know that a young nigga pockets for real
Loaded as hell bitch I'm rich

No this cheese aint yours
Touchin these states we on tour

Put on that fashion
I came up from nothing
Now baby I'm drippin Dior

F*cking ya shorty
I'm smoking exotic gelati
It come out my pores

Pop in the coupe
Yeah I'm merging the lanes
You hear the gas
Let it roar

Can't play with the boy
Cause the boy getting fetti

Hop in the Lamb
Like that lil nigga Ceedee

F*ck off a dm
She sayin she ready

Flexin my muscle
I'm lit and I'm heavy

Bippin them rentals
I slide like a chevy

My shooters they hitting
They leave yo ass deadly

Stay with the green
Im stacking that medley

Can't play with the kid
Dead or alive they gon hear me

Hey lil bitch imma star
Pull up I'm swervin
Im jumping out the car

I came from the bottom
Im hard

I'm on some shit
Yeah I'm living it large

These niggas can't f*ck with the kid
She sucking me up
She treat me like a God

I go no lights on the whip
Swerving im bippin
I slide through the fog

Vroom

Told that lil bitch imma star
Im in my bag like Lamar

Pull up and jump out the car
Came out the dark imma star
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English

Chasing the money

Chasing the money

She digging my fashion
She know that I put that shit on

Riding with them racks
I swear I done turned to a don

Shawty she love me
She know that the boy putting on

Drink to the head
Yeah we sipping that Dom Perignon

Forty two all in the cup
Yeah this bitch tryna f*ck

She came from Miami
My bitch she so bad with that butt

I ran up a check on these niggas
I don't give a f*ck

She bendin it over
Its like Lamar saying "hut"

I told the lil bitch imma star
Pull up I hop out
I jump out the car

You see that I come from bottom
Shit was so small
But Im turning it large

These bitches they f*ck with the kid
These niggas they hate can't relate

Im focused I'm chasing this cake
Im eating good
Yeah I'm gaining this weight

I know I can't even explain
Taking these drugs to the brain

Merge I'm switchin them lanes
Hop on that beat go insane

Wake up I'm fly as a plane
These bitches be screaming my name

Like James I'm killing the game
Im going insane
I don't care for the fame

Right now I'm chasing the check
Im still shining bright with no chains on my neck

I been realized its my time
I don't need a watch
I don't care for Pateks

But I need that AP baby
I feel like the Prezi
I don't need a vote

A young nigga look like I'm sellin coke
Like French yeah that boy got dope

In my city they look at the kid
Yeah them youngins they wanna be me
I give hope

They know that I put that shit on
Yeah I'm fly as a bitch
Bitch I'm fresh like some soap

Im killing these beats
Send it straight off the dome
Wake up and slide in ya bitch

She know that a young nigga pockets for real
Loaded as hell bitch I'm rich

No this cheese aint yours
Touchin these states we on tour

Put on that fashion
I came up from nothing
Now baby I'm drippin Dior

F*cking ya shorty
I'm smoking exotic gelati
It come out my pores

Pop in the coupe
Yeah I'm merging the lanes
You hear the gas
Let it roar

Can't play with the boy
Cause the boy getting fetti

Hop in the Lamb
Like that lil nigga Ceedee

F*ck off a dm
She sayin she ready

Flexin my muscle
I'm lit and I'm heavy

Bippin them rentals
I slide like a chevy

My shooters they hitting
They leave yo ass deadly

Stay with the green
Im stacking that medley

Can't play with the kid
Dead or alive they gon hear me

Hey lil bitch imma star
Pull up I'm swervin
Im jumping out the car

I came from the bottom
Im hard

I'm on some shit
Yeah I'm living it large

These niggas can't f*ck with the kid
She sucking me up
She treat me like a God

I go no lights on the whip
Swerving im bippin
I slide through the fog

Vroom

Told that lil bitch imma star
Im in my bag like Lamar

Pull up and jump out the car
Came out the dark imma star
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Writer: Roger Evans Jr.
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