Quavo – Stars In The Ceiling

I put ’em in yo’ tongue yea, I put you on the road yea (yea)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish ’em
Runnin’ the point like I’m Fisher, shoot with the missile (skrt, skrt)
I wil…(Do what?)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
[Hook]
I am…(You what?)
When you get them pies, you can’t go out like no hoe

[Intro]
[Verse 1]
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind they business (hold on, yea)
(buy) I got the bags, which one you wanna buy?

I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)

Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ’em)
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house
This that dope, buying all the dranks’ at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo
I am the huncho boss

I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
Take one, take one off
[Bridge]
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
She only want the drugs for her nose
[Hook]
I got more water than a boat
Zaytoven
I’m from a place where my wings gon’ fly
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)

Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
When I pull up (huh)
Yea my palms itchin’, (cash)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)

I’m so geeked up, I can’t feel my four
When you get them pies, just please drive slow
Think I’m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
When you got them pies, you can’t let nobody know
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
So you shouldn’t diss ’em (brrt)
Real grown ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)

Walkin with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)