Stars (feat. Radiate)

He's out in the tropics Cash in his pockets Cuz he flew out to Malibu Hopped on a rocket Sat in the cockpit Don't want nothin to do with you He's in outer space Got lavish taste He flew all the way up to mars He ain't no disgrace He don't take no breaks Now he's chillin with the stars Started as a young boy Couldn't afford a single toy Now his suit corduroy P-P-Pockets stuffed Cuz he's making all the big bucks Put in hard work, he got no luck He got bands, he got stacks, made it right back Hundred k, in his safe, still got more cash Always be on his grind with them big racks 140k in a day, 'fore he hit the dash Chillin with the stars like he's in a rocket ship Shakin' up the scene when he pulls up in a whip He don't trip New Balenciaga got the drip Get the money and he out he gon' dip He done made the money then he cash out He got all the energy make the city blackout He's been storing money he got racks now If you want the smoke he finna blast out