Star (feat. whoth8t & Christian Borjon) Video (MV)

Cruising down the street on the boulevard
It's a blessed day, I ain't worried about tomorrow
Moving how we move, we just tryna make it far
Higher than the moon, I be feeling like a star
We be sitting back, smoking weed
Sipping champagne by the ocean breeze
Homies counting stacks and they pouring lean
It's a marathon, running with my team
Life's a bitch, but we'll be aight
Got my brothers close and my family tight
Roll the wood, homie roll the dice
And if I die, I came back, I would do it twice
Got my beat turnt up, weed burnt up
If it's not about the money, then it don't concern us
We ain't bout the snake shit, gotta learn trust
Westside hustlers, you gon know what's up
Westside, westside, living in the fast lane, don't need no test drive
Really bout my bag gotta get my cash up
You ain't rockin' with my style, little bitch, so what?
Westside, westside, cruising it on the westside
See the police do the dash shake out
Homies with the rags with the packs banged out
California days, California nights
Bad bitches, palm trees, we on the westside
We only do it big over here on this side
Gotta keep it real, only the strong survive
Go hard everyday, but I stay on the low
Hanging with the archers, but they ain't got no bows
Flippin' them packs, boy I get them for the low
Living that Cali life, I stay on the go
Everybody talking, but I don't take two cents
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
All about my bag, boy he ain't even know
Have you ever paid pennies for some food before?
Smokin' on the blunt while I keep it one hunnid
Got my brothers back while I lead in the front
Chilled back, laid back, smokin' on some runtz
Get checks, paychecks, I'm tryna get some M's
Westside, westside, living in the fast lane, don't need no test drive
Really bout my bag gotta get my cash up
You ain't rockin' with my style, little bitch, so what?
Westside, westside, cruising it on the westside
See the police do the dash shake out
Homies with the rags with the packs banged out
Juice County to L.A, people plugged up to the bay
Whatchu know about us? (Whatchu know about me?)
Gettin' high and gettin' paid, bottoms up, up every day
It's a celebration (it's a celebration)
Shinin' bright, livin' right, this my own town
I remember bein' posted with the 40 ounce
Flippin' 16 zips for some steak and shrimp
Apple bottom bitches sippin' juice and gin
When I come around, wavy like a typhoon
Slide through, fat doobs, baby what dat ass do?
Wassup fool? Say, what it do?
Make this money dance how I'm makin' moves
On my avenue, you know what's up widdit
Goin' up, gettin' bucks, gettin' rough widdit
Shorty hear me down, you know she lovin' it
Strictly only brothers who you f*ckin' with?
Feelin' so blessed to be doin' my own thing
Most of these folks they be stuck to somethin' strange
Sippin' on my drink gettin' money day to day
California lifestyle, no I can't change
Westside, westside, living in the fast lane, don't need no test drive
Really bout my bag gotta get my cash up
You ain't rockin' with my style, little bitch, so what?
Westside, westside, cruising it on the westside
See the police do the dash shake out
Homies with the rags with the packs banged out