Superstar - Fat Pat, Mike D

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Player haters, wanna know who I be

The capital letters, F-A to the T

Coming down slow in my candy red drop

Everybody looking at me, but I don’t stop

Thangs done changed in the game, since way back

Cause I done came up, a playa got wodd stacks

Now broads on my jock, got to back-back

'Cause everybody wanna be with that Fat Pat

Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G

Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hand, see

Paid in full, make stacks

So a young nigga don’t know how to act

So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss

Now I’m coming up, and them shops can kiss

A real player’s ****, 'cause I’m crawling down slow

Come up in the game, just to let everybody know

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

It’s been a long long time, in the game

21 young, and I finally got my fame

Dollas and cents, can’t let it change me

True to the game, so the fame don’t amaze me

Living my life, as a hustler

Doing this dirt, since a youngster

So Mr. what you saying, ain’t doing nothing to me

Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me

I remember back in, 90 what 3

Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G

Boys ain’t like it, I don’t really care

Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas

Broke my paper down, I’ma still make my ends

1996, came hopped off the Benz

Boys in my face, like it wasn’t really nothing

That’s why I came down, chopping on them buttons man

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Hit a lick I came up, I’m back in the game

I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name

Now I got fame, I ain’t the one to blame

Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim

A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T

Living in luxury, doing it like a O. G

Everyday, all day

I’m starched down, piece on my neck I don’t play

Ike will spray, leave candy red

Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads

Got new friends, cause I got ends

When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin

Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris

Everybody know, we do it just like this

Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades

We gon parlay, and I just say

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be?

It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D

Yeah, ooh, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah

Hoo, yeah

Player haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down, like a superstar

If you really wanna, who it be

It’s Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D