Here's a toast to living my life like a Party all through the night like a rock star Girl, when we make love like a porn star And I ball, bitch, I'm an all-star I'm a superstar, superstar, I'm a superstar, superstar, I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear Father God had on no Gucci, guessing cause wears Prada You know? don't let my bitch get I know you want get it, still you can't nothing from me A living comfy, hoes imported from London white, half good loving,? packages shipped to the Runners ? he be straight Cuba, life is a mo'fucker Until you finally fuck her, found out you trust her The of a hustler, blow money fast, fuck 'em Throw it up in the air, make it all back sun up Every bitch is a come up, no who you are a toast to the trap stars, biatch I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear heavenly The devil told me not even Heaven's than stardom Got 'em applauding, had me fooled for a moment Like so many others, them cameras done into photos I seem them flashing lights, but really the fucking motive? Been all my life, couldn't wait for this moment Big house out by the water, I came with the chauffeur Now I said? twelve summers We straight from the Bahamas, got me spending These boys? go somewhere we got options But once I get there, I start to notice my biggest How am I so alone when I'm so Still on my stairway to Heaven, dear Father This devil wore a dress: Angelina, Madonna Fame monster, no to Gaga Bitch got a lot of problems, money ain't one of 'em, Graduated with honors, she don't drink, she don't up We're heavy on that powder, now night is young Red murcileago, who the fuck stop her? She's been racing towards an early grave, and who's the driver (Fame) She she'd live forever Like so many stars souls we captured on cameras I need my privacy, it? Here's a to living my life, man