Star Island (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Meek Mill

Composed by：William L. Roberts II/Robert Rihmeek Williams

Tell them niggas get in line

They ain't got no money none brrt brrt

Spent thirty-five million on my jet nigga woo

Week later spent another thirty-five million woah double M

On a palace on ************* Star Island ATL Jacob he a fuckin' millionaire

Take notes nigga huh

Life up easy lot a lot of riders on it a lot ruckus

I play greasy what it ain't no plottin' on me no plottin' brrt

She too easy I told the bro to lob her for me throw that out

If I catch you cheatin'

I'll buy you a watch we probably gon' rob you for it

A lot of money a lot

You ain't never count no money 'til you get tired of money woo

Totin' runnin' 'round right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me brrt

Homie a clown get hit in his head you see on fire on 'em

Switchy on the pound

Rip through his Louis felt like it's fire on him it's hot

I'm with Ricky me and my sticky boss

Right in the rear view niggas tricky

I got twenty h*es right now

But only gon' take two 'cause I'm picky

Pullin' a Rolls-Royce through my old hood

It ain't no way that you could miss me no way

She was on demon time lil' ho-ho huh

It ain't no way she could kiss me

It ain't no way it ain't no way

It ain't no way it ain't no way

I just sniped a famous ***** and cut her like she OJ

She was tryna play with me I'ma text her on her birthday

For what for what

Just to ask her if she okay

Okay okay

Okay okay okay okay

Meek I love it nigga I love it

I love it I love it yes M-M

Jokić and Murray you know we determined

Sendin' my shooters like a movie I'm closin' your curtains uh

Kobe and Shaq Shaq the bottles are black black

The nine inches to you snitches and all of you rats rat

Why you countin' my pockets pockets

******* DM my ******* *******

IRS sheet been talkin' real estate is extensive extensive

My money retarded ha

Since you niggas is dummies dummy

And my label the largest M-M

I just came for the money brrt

I'm not dissin' you niggas nah

I'm just tippin' the killers biggest

We can share all the women woo

I'm not gettin' no feelings hahaha

Africa to Nairobi Nairobi

I got kids in the village village

Yes they call me don dada don dada

Been through pain and they feel it uh

Put the h*es on a bus bus

We could jump on a jet jet

737 I'ma jump on the next hahaha

Them fake a*s lab diamonds lab

Left a lump on your neck lab

I gave your ***** a double M it ain't none but baguettes baguettes

Yes baguettes

It's too good to be true M-M

They can't believe we pulled it off nigga huh