Rap Star Songtext
von Tyga

Rap star, need fast cars
Cash in large amounts (that′s all)
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all)
A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars)
You know I′m in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out
When you envision me
Can you tell me? Am I getting it though?
(Could you imagine?)

I'm a rap star, call the task force
I make your club collapse
After I leave with the bad ones
(Could you imagine?)
Presidential suite with the bad ones
Told my niggas ya'll can have them
′Cause I have one, I′m on FaceTime with her


When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya
Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya
I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer
You might slip when I talk, you know I′m slick when I talk

Rap star, got plaques on my wall
That's art and facts on my wall
Crib I bought got two gates for security guards
It′s a palace, dog (could you imagine?)
I remember when I ain't have it, dog
And back then I was still saying I′ma have it, dog!

(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)

(Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars
Cash in large amounts (that's all)
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that′s all)
A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars)
You know I′m in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out
When you envision me
Can you tell me? Am I getting it though?
(Could you imagine?)


I'm a rap star, can you imagine?
Putting chains on ya man′s neck
'Cause the muscle stronger when the fan flex, huh
Dealing with gossip, hate and threats (could you imagine?)
When they bettin′ against you and you raise the bet, woah
Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got ′em scared
They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em
Right there (could you imagine?)

I′m a rap star and your nightmare
Used to slapbox, now we don′t fight fair
Life ain't, so I ain′t (could you imagine?)
This is about my team, 'cause they ate when I ate
Yeah they steak like my steak
Handle they beef like it′s on my plate, uh
I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa
That move, let ′em through, get back

(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)

(Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars
Cash in large amounts (that's all)
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that′s all)
A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars)
You know I′m in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out (go)
When you envision me
Can you tell me? Am I getting it though?

(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)
(Could you imagine?)