[Lyric] ​tic tac toe (wolfacejoeyy)

[Intro]
(Gostar)
Yeah, uh
Gostar, yeah
Huh, oh-wee, oh-oh, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus]
Okay, she wanna hang with the stars (Hang with the stars)
You can't get these diamonds right here, these shits coming straight off of Mars (Straight off of Mars)
Can't be no regular person with this little thing of ours (This little thing of ours)
Yeah, we push the AMG truck, we pushing that car (Oh)
We going straight to the stars (Oh, woah, woah, woah)

[Post-Chorus]
Please don't fold, don't fold, ahh
Baby, I'm that nigga, you should know, you should know, oh
Baby, I am not your average joe, no joke
Off them trees, lil' shawty gon' blow (Yeah)
I play with my money, no tic-tac-toe (Okay)

[Verse]
Excuse me (Uh), it's lil' Joey and it's nice to introduce me
My bitch bad, bad, bad, bad, she look just likе Karreuche
And she gеt with the pole, she shake it for dough, she want twenty minutes, no Uzi
I might cut that bitch, yeah, like some looseleaf (Yeah, yeah)
I make her best friend slide like she— (Yeah, okay, yeah)
Make her best friend slide like she Toosie (Alright)
Got too many dollars, shorty from Nevada, so baby, come hop in that two-seat (Okay)
Said that boy want a problem? Bitch, I'm in love with that drama
We finna feed him to Boosie (Okay, yeah)
Shorty in love with that 'fro, she said lil' Joey, baby, look like Huey (Okay, ah, ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, oh)
They thought I was in a drought
My lil' bro got choppas, he airing it out (Oh)
'Bout to tell 'em what I am about (Oh, uh)
These niggas talking on me like they know me or some', bitch, shut up your mouth (Oh, oh, woah)
These niggas, they slimy and greasy, lil' baby, they'll do anything for that clout (Woah, oh, oh)
We finna push up, double R, bitch, yeah, we pull up
Look at the stars, baby, look up
Bitch, I'm advanced, feeling like BKTHERULA
Ice that bitch, shoutout my jeweler
He think that he cool, but I'm cooler
Shoutout to Tecca 'cause, baby, I hang with them shooters
Fuck her and sending her back in an Uber
You an oldhead, bitch, you a boomer
[Chorus]
Okay, she wanna hang with the stars (Hang with the stars)
You can't get these diamonds right here, these shits coming straight off of Mars (Straight off of Mars)
Can't be no regular person with this little thing of ours (This little thing of ours, yeah)
Yeah, we push the AMG truck, we pushing that car (Oh)
We going straight to the stars (Oh, woah, woah, woah)

[Post-Chorus]
Please don't fold, don't fold, ahh
Baby, I'm that nigga, you should know, you should know, oh
Baby, I am not your average joe, no joke
Off them trees, lil' shawty gon' blow
I play with my money, no tic-tac-toe (Oh-oh, woah, uh, woah, uh)
Please don't fold, don't fold, ahh
Baby, I'm that nigga, you should know, you should know, oh
Baby, I am not your average joe, no joke
Off them trees, lil' shawty gon' blow
I play with my money, no tic-tac-toe (Yeah)

[Outro]
Uh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh, oh