Who You Are (Superstar)

LETRA

Who You Are (Superstar)

[Intro]
Callin' my number one
Front row at your audience
All these cameras and you still alone
My phone is always on
I'm always on, I'm always on
(I'll be your groupie, baby)
Aye, woah, woah, look

[Chorus]
These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Fuckin' with a ni***, love to take it too far
You the one that they got up on mood board
When I flick you from the back, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Aye, I know who you are
I know who you are

[Verse 1]
Your face buried in silk
I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill
Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still
I'm talkin' shit in your ear, you showin' off in the mirror
I match your sex drive, I'm teachin' you how to steer
I put you in every gear, yeah
I ask her do she love it, she said "Daddy, hell yeah"
She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real)
You don't need a man, you need a manager, hold up
You don't need a man, you need a cameraman
I'm not that ni*** that you call that's never answering
These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it
Aye, Tesla truck, pickin' it up
Dickin' her down, liftin' her down
She drop it again, it's deluxe
She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick
Fuck around and have a superstar kid

[Chorus]
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Fuckin' with a ni***, love to take it too far
You the one that they got up on mood board
When I flick you from the back, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
Aye, I know who you are
I know who you are

[Verse 2]
All she need's a platform
All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her
Soon as she leave the house, make her back for her
Who gon' hold that ass down and make her wanna clap for it
Clap for it, and you the best at it
Sold out shows jumpin' like a pep rally
Girl, you poppin', I'ma f*** you at the Met Gala
We made a mess at it, aye
And f*** these hatin' ass bitches, hope they take it personal
And you know they hate as long as the work flow
Pieces, Scorpio, waters, I surf those
Pussy fire, I might have to go no shirt mode
And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know
You a superstar, just never go commercial
Right stroke, left stroke, that's the best stroke
Death stroke, tongue all down your throat
[Bridge]
You don't ever happen to people like me
You can be anywhere but you where you wanna be, yeah
Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing
I'd buy you this fuckin' world
'Cause you love me for me

[Outro Chorus]
Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar
You know who you was, I know who you are
I had to do it
Straight, straight up
You know who you was, I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are

[Outro]
Callin' my number one
Front row at your audience
All these cameras and you still alone
My phone is always on
I'm always on, I'm always on