Who You Are (Superstar)

Who You Are (Superstar) - Big Sean

Lyrics by：Tom Kahre/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Sean Anderson/Enoch Harris/Stephen Feigenbaum/Abdul Aziz Dieng/Harrison Bouvé/Myles Satterfield/Andre Harris/Jason "Poo Bear" Boyd/Nyticka Hemingway/Ryan Toby/Usher Raymond IV/Sean Combs/Carl Thompson/Norman Glover/Regin

Composed by：Tom Kahre/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Sean Anderson/Enoch Harris/Stephen Feigenbaum/Abdul Aziz Dieng/Harrison Bouvé/Myles Satterfield/Andre Harris/Jason "Poo Bear" Boyd/Nyticka Hemingway/Ryan Toby/Usher Raymond IV/Sean Combs/Carl Thompson/Norman Glover/Regin

Produced by：Lil Rich/Johan Lenox/AzizTheShake/Bouvé/Myles T/Tom Kahre/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Big Sean

Calling my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm only yours I'm always yours

Aye whoa whoa look

These ******* finna hate you you a superstar

You know who you was I know who you are

******* with a let her take it too far

You the one that they got up on they mood board

When I flick you from the back you a superstar

You know who you was I know who you are

Aye I know who you are

I know who you are

Yo' face buried in silk

I hop I'm on top I'm the king of the hill

Ex wrapped around your finger he wanna marry you still

I'm talking **** in your ear you showing off in the mirror

I match your sex drive I'm teaching you how to steer

I put you in every gear yeah

I ask her do she love it

She say "daddy hell yeah"

She deserve a tail number and a Telfar

You don't need a man you need a man as your hold up

You don't need a man you need a cameraman

I'm not that that you call that's never answering

These stupid fumbling a real ***** they can't handle it aye

Tesla truck picking it up

Dickin' her down liftin' her up

She drop it again it's a deluxe

She a superstar chick give her superstar d**k

**** around and have a superstar kid aye

Man these ******* finna hate you you a superstar

You know who you was I know who you are

******* with a let her take it too far

You the one that they got up on they mood board

When I flick you from the back you a superstar

You know who you was I know who you are

Aye I know who you are

I know who you are

All she need's a platform

All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her

Soon as she leave the house make her come back for it

Who gon' hold that a*s down and make her want to clap for it

Clap for it and you the best at it

Sold out shows jumpin' like a pep rally

Girl you poppin' I'ma **** you at the Met Gala

We made a mess at it

Aye and **** these hating a*s ******* hope they take it personal

And you know the hate last as long as the workflow

Pisces Scorpio water signs surf those

P***y fire I might have to go no-shirt mode

And you blessed I know Creflo and Kirk know

You a superstar just never go commercial

Right stroke left stroke that's the best stroke

Death stroke tongue all down your throat

Oh ah you don't ever happen to people like me

You could be anywhere but you're where you wanna be yeah

Shooting star in the limelight my sweet thing

And I'd buy you this whole ******* world

'Cause you love me for me yeah yeah

These ******* finna hate you you a superstar

You know who you was I know who you are

You the one that they got up on they mood board

You know who you was I know who you are

I know who you are

I know who you are

Calling my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm only yours I'm always yours