Rick Ross – I’m Not a Star Lyrics

The intro and a standout track to Rick Ross’ critically acclaimed fourth studio album “Teflon Don”. The title of the song has become rather iconic now.

This song was later heavily sampled a year later for Lil Wayne’s single, “John”.

I’m Not a Star Lyrics by Rick Ross

[Intro]
Maybach Music
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[Verse 1]
I’m not a star (Me), somebody lied
I got a pistol in the car (Ha), a .45
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon (Ha)
Buried in Louie, I’m talkin’ all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city (Ugh)
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts (Ayy)
Told on my partner and helped them crackers give him thirty
I told him I got it, therefore, I gotta do you dirty (I gotta)
Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30
Scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30
Goin’ on 12:00, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitch, it’s thirty for the pie (Ross)
It’s nine for the slice, dummy, that’s a Dan Marino (What)
Talkin’ quarterbacks, meaning, talkin’ quarter-kilos (Ayy)
Niggas feel my pain, I ain’t even gotta say it (Boss)
Where I come from, if you open it, you payin’
How I can save when all my niggas in the can? (Can)
Am I my brother’s keeper? Motherfucker, take my hand (Me)
[Bridge]
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card but a nigga spendin’ c-notes at the bar

[Chorus]
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star

[Bridge]
All black Lamborghini, smokin’ on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card but a nigga spendin’ c-notes at the bar

[Chorus]
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star (Ugh)

[Verse 2]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I spent a milli on the car, it come alive
Never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a Gremlin (Woo)
It’s a multimillion-dollar motherfucker in it (Ugh)
And I’m quick to blow a milli in a minute (Woo)
I know them people wanna stick me with a sentence (Woo)
I’m a player catchin’ bitches like I’m TO
Trunk full of work, yeah, this nigga think he Nino (Ugh)
Three dice, yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates, send the paperwork to Theo
My niggas never sing, if I need ’em, I go to Ne-Yo
Fuck a famous bitch, then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of D-O
Monday for ménages and Tuesday, I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the strength, she was a PO

[Bridge]
Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car
Black card, but a nigga spendin’ c-notes at the bar

[Chorus]
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star
I’m not a star