Popstar Lyrics

[DJ Khaled (Drake):] (Bitches) We The Best Music Another One (Yeah) DJ Khaled [Drake:] Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor Ay, shorty with the long text, I don't talk, ay (I don't talk) Shorty with the long legs, she don't walk, ay (She don't walk) Yeah, last year, I kept it on the tuck, ay (Tuck, yeah) 2020, I came to fuck it up, yeah I want a long life, a legendary one (Yeah) I want a quick death (Yeah), and an easy one (Yeah) I want a pretty girl (Yeah), and an honest one (Yeah) I want this drink (Yeah), and another one, yeah And I'm troublesome, yeah I'm a pop star, but this shit ain't bubblegum, yeah You would probably think my manager is Scooter Braun, yeah But my manager with twenty hoes in Buddakan, yeah, ay Look, Ariana, Selena, my Visa It can take as many charges as it needs to, my girl That shit platinum just like all of my releases, my girl Niggas come for me, I tear them all to pieces, my girl I'ma show your sexy ass what relief is, my girl Please don't take no shit that's 'bout to have you geekin' And I'm not drivin' nothin' that I gotta stick the keys in Wonder how I got this way? I swear I got the Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor I'm a pop star, not a doctor, watch her Say she rep a whole different block, so I blocked her Busy at the crib, cookin' salmon with the lobster If we talkin' joints, it's just me and David Foster Bodyguards don't look like Kevin Costner, you tweakin' Just pulled up to Whitney Houston, Texas for the evenin' They tell the same story so much, they start to believe it The ones that start like, "Drizzy's shit was cool, but we even" Man, how the fuck? Two, four, six, eight watches, factory, so they appreciate Crown in my hand and I'm really playin' keep-away Shit don't even usually get this big without a Bieber face Nah, nah, piece of cake, nah, nah, Turks and Caic', yeah, yeah Go and get your friends, we can sneak away, yeah, yeah Yeah, I keep a, like I keep the faith Wonder how I got this way? Swear I got the Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor Bitches callin' my phone like I'm locked up, nonstop From the plane to the fuckin' helicopter, yeah Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah I'm a pop star, not a doctor