Rick Ross & Meek Mill – Star Island Lyrics

Star Island

Rick Ross & Meek Mill

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"Star Island." - Rick Ross & Meek Mill

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:07 am

Album: Too Good To Be True

Track No: 02

Tell 'em niggas, "Get in line", they ain't got no money (none, brrt)
Spent 35 (brrt) million on my jet, nigga (woo)
Week later, spent another 35 million (whoa)
On a palace (double M) on motherfuckin' Star Island
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) take notes, nigga (huh)

Life up easy (lot), a lot of riders on it (a lot, ruckus)
I play greasy (what?), it ain't no plottin' on me (no plottin', brrt)
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me (throw that out)
If I catch you cheatin', I'll buy you a watch, we probably gon' rob you for it

A lot of money (a lot)
You ain't never countin' no money 'til you get tired of money (woo)
Totin', runnin' 'round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me (brrt)
Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on 'em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it's fire on him, it's hot

I'm with Ricky, me and my sticky (boss)
Right in the rearview, niggas tricky
I got 20 hoes right now, but only gon' two 'cause I'm picky
Pullin' a Rolls-Royce through my old hood
It ain't no way they could miss me (no way)
She was on demon time, lil' ho-ho (huh)
It ain't no way she could kiss me

It ain't no way (it ain't no way)
It ain't no way (it ain't no way)
I just sniped a famous bitch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I'ma text her on her birthday
For what? (For what?) Just to ask her if she okay

Okay (okay)
Okay, okay (okay)
Meek (okay, okay), I love it, nigga (I love it)
I love it (I love it), yes (M-M-)

Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin' my shooters like a movie, I'm closin' your curtains (uh)
Kobe and Shaq (Shaq), the bottles are black (black)
Denyin' interest to you snitches and all of you rats (rat)

Why you countin' my pockets? (Pockets)
Bitches DM my bitches (bitches)
IRS, he been talkin'
Real estate is extensive (extensive)
My money retarded (ha)
Since you niggas is dummies (dummy)
And my label the largest
I just came for the money (brrt)

I'm not dissin' you niggas (nah)
I'm just tippin' the killers (biggest)
We can share all the women (woo)
I'm not gettin' no feelings (hahaha)
Africa to Nairobi (Nairobi)
I got kids in the village (village)
Yes, they call me, "Don dada" (Don dada)
Been through pain and they feel it (uh)

Put the hoes on a bus (bus)
We could jump on a jet (jet)
737, I'ma jump on the next (hahaha)
Them fake ass lab diamonds (lab)
Left a lump on your neck (lab)
I gave your bitch a double M
It ain't none but baguettes (baguettes)

Yes, baguettes
It's too good to be true (M-M-)
They can't believe we pulled it off, nigga, huh

Writer(s): ATL Jacob, Meek Mill, Rick Ross.

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