Stars in the Ceiling Songtext
von Quavo

Zaytoven

Ridin′ round itchin' (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin′ (cash)
Real grown, ain't fucking with no children (grown man)
I'm not arguing with no bitches, I ain′t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (see, skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it (kuh, wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin′ wush)
I can't tell my business cause you snitchin′ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings (hrrr)


Puttin rich niggas' outta business (talk to ′em)
Told that fuck nigga' mind their business (hold on, yea)
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence (hey)
Think I′m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin' with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish 'em (here)
Runnin′ the point like I′m Fisher, shoot with the missile (Fishers)
Don't come to the trap unannounced,
Pull up with the whistle (wuh, brrr)
I′m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn't kiss her (hrrr)
They pullin′ up right at yo' house, you shouldn′t diss 'em (brrt)
It's sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)

I′m from a place where my wings gon′ fly
I got the bags, which one you wanna buy? (buy)
I put 'em in yo′ tongue yea (yea-aa)
I put you on the road yea (yea)
When you get them pies, just please drive slow (yea)
When you got them pies, you can't let nobody know (nop)
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe (pies)
When you get them pies, you can′t go out like no hoe (hey)

This that dope (yea-aah)
Buying all the dranks' at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo (beat it)
I got more water than a boat (splash)
I′m so geeked up, I can't feel my four (the four)
She only want the drugs for her nose (the drugs)
I am... (You what?)
I am the huncho boss
I will... (Do what?)
Take one, take one off


Ridin' round itchin′ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin′ (cash)
Real grown, ain't fucking with no children (grown man)
I′m not arguing with no bitches, I ain't in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (see, skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it (kuh, wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin′ wush)
I can't tell my business cause you snitchin′ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings (hrrr)