Look at me bitch   Look at me bitch   Look at me bitch   I'm an American superstar      I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures   I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures      Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures   I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures      Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals   Gotta appetite for destruction, you can call me hacksaw   Ask me 'bout what a nigga done, done   Ask me 'bout what a nigga do well   Ask me 'bout where them bricks come from   That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell      I don't want nothin' to do wit' that there   If it's a lick then I'm bringin' them shells   Only position for me is a player   That's rite player, betta get it right player      Might have to be an emergency   Lucky for you I'm up blowin' my trees   Calmin' my nerves, no regular weed   Or somebody's shorty wit' me on her knees      I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter   Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster   My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve chopper   Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American showstoppa      I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures   Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures      I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures, like   Look at me bitch, look at me bitch   (Young Mula baby)      I got money on, money on, money on   Money on top of more money on top of my shit like flies   Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes   Bumpin' down Ocean Drive      Jumpin' out that Maybach wit' a bitch went back to tease them thighs   She had tattoo on her booty and it said 305   DJ Khaled say it's a movie, now don't forget yo lines   'Cuz you don't want me to edit before we roll them credits      Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic   I'm fuckin' like a rabbit, smokin' on lettuce   Whatever I want I get it, I meant it if I said   And I say I keep it pumpin' and I ain't talkin' unleaded      If you want it come get it 'cuz boy I'm ready   I get that fast 'fetti, they should call me Tom Petty   Got two bitches, one peanut butter, one jelly   I'm a American gangsta already and I'ma American superstar      I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures   I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures      Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures   I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches   Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures      I'm an American superstar, yeah   I'm an American superstar, yeah   I'm an American superstar, yeah   Baby, I'm an American superstar