text: Yeah, uh
  From the A to NYC
  Yeah, uh
  On God, uh
  Its crazy but its true 
  Superstar status, yeah
  All dead presidents
  Poppin seals on pints of red
  Superstar status, yeah
  They finally gave me a chance 
  Hood Baby, they understand
  Tell your messenger Im breakin bands
  On that superstar status, yeah
  Drip all day, no ends
  They done got me started again
  Chinatown, forty tucked, eatin chicken
  Pyrex kit with the bow in the kitchen
  Cop some culture when I land in the city
  Aint talkin dreads when I say extensions
  Got to work my way up for the Bentley, hah hah
  OG kush, might lose my mind
  Fiji water in the Patek, long time
  Off top, you droppin them dimes
  Bitch come hop in this ride
  Had to put my pride to the side
  Young Trap hoppin on a G5
  Bangin five, no Five Guys
  Leave the trappin out my life
  Caught some chills for the two tone
  Make the racks then I go home
  Keep a steel in the kill zone
  Mind your business, you a lil loan
  Never let them make you feel wrong
  Aint got no arms I can lie on
  Aint got no arms I can cry on
  All in all, I hold my own
  Superstar status, yeah
  All dead presidents
  Poppin seals on pints of red
  Superstar status, yeah
  They finally gave me a chance 
  Hood Baby, they understand
  Tell your messenger Im breakin bands
  On that superstar status, yeah
  Superstar status, yeah, uh
  Got a cute ratchet, yeah, yeah
  Ridin with a baddie, yeah
  I put some pointers in the Patek, yeah
  On the flight, I pop xannies, yeah
  Double up, nigga, back to back
  Get the money, dont panic
  Count the cash and rubber band it
  Slime, she gon leave you like candy 
  Young Gunna, Im a Chanel bandit 
  Not one of my foreign cars rented 
  Trunk in the front with an engine 
  Off-White jean look dingy 
  Bettin on the bitch, aint stingy 
  See the stars and you know they Givenchy 
  Go to trial and we killin all the witness 
  Gunna still drippin 
  Used to get it out the kitchen 
  Whip it with a beater 
  Uh, Porsche two-seater 
  I dont want your feature 
  They listen, Im the teacher
  Im a superstar creature 
  Superstar status, yeah
  All dead presidents
  Poppin seals on pints of red
  Superstar status, yeah
  They finally gave me a chance 
  Hood Baby, they understand
  Tell your messenger Im breakin bands
  On that superstar status, yeah