Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
I'm an American superstar
[Chorus: x2]
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Hop up off the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hop up off the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
Heavy metal for them boys
Slanging pedals for the cash
Got an appetite for destruction
You can call me excel
Ask me bout what a nigga done done
Ask me bout what a nigga do well
Ask me were the bricks come from
That's what a snitch nigga do they tell
I don't want nothing to do with that deal
If it's selected I'm bringing them shells
Only position for me is a player
That's right player
Better get it right player
I have to be in emergency
Lucky for you if I'm blowing my trees
Come on my nerve
No regular me
It's somebody shawty with me on her knees
I'm ready if there's a problem
She sexy Flo Rida holla
Don't test me get that bro harda'
Get messy just like a mobster
My brawls deserve lobsters
You clowns deserve choppas
You serve like jimmy hoppa
American show-stoppa'
[Chorus: x2]
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
I got money on money on money on money
On top of more money on top of my shit like flies
Open that Ferrari f5 like eyes
Up and down ocean drive
Jumping out that Maybach
With a bitch way back to tease them thighs
She got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305
D-J Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your line
Cause you don't want me to edit before we roll the credits
Bitch give me my credit
I'm so energetic
I'm fucking like rabbits smoking on lettuce
But what ever I want I get it
I meant it if I said it
And I say I keep pumping I ain't talking unleaded
If you want it come get it
Cause boy I'm ready
I get it fast fetty
They should call me Tom Petty
Got two bitches one peanut butter jelly
I'm an American gangsta already
And I'm an American superstar
[Chorus: x2]
I'm an American superstar
Yeah
I'm an American superstar
Yeah
I'm an American superstar
Yeah
Baby I'm an American superstar
Yeah uh huh
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