5 Star (Remix)

Ay, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch talkin' bout burr

I'm talkin' homegirl be lookin' like she just stepped outta a magazine

I'm talkin' niggas I'm gonna be somethin' serious

Gotti here go twelve bars

Gucci Mane got nine cars

We don't call 'em dimes no more

'09 we call 'em five stars

I'm a five-star nigga, this a five-star clique

That's a 645, this that new M6

Pay her bills, get her hair fixed

Might even pay her rent

And the way she give it to me

Best money I ever spent

I can't even lie, I'm so super high

Do not need her, will not keep her

Unless she is fly

Gucci Mane's a thug, B; your man is a scrub, see

She loves me now, she loves you not

Yea all my bitches love me

And if you in Atlanta

Look up Gucci, girl and beep me

And we can find a five-star hotel you can meet me

That's a five-star chick

Now that's a five-star chick, if your credit score high

Feet and nails stay fly, keep your juice-box wet

And your head somethin' fine

You a five-star chick You a five-star chick You a five-star chick You a five-star chick

I want a five-star bitch

I need a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit

I'm the realist nigga walkin'

And this the remix and still I'm out here lookin'

For a five-star chick

When I catch her, I'mma bless her

With a five-star kid

She a natural born hustla

She ain't chasin' no suckas

On a mission for a real nigga

She ain't never fucked a busta

So your cars and your jewelry that she really don't excite

And all them hatin'-ass hoes in the club want to fight

She was born in the A, went to school in D.C

Got a job in Dallas, Texas then moved to Tennessee

If you ain't a five-star, need to go ahead and face it

Fake Gucci, fake Louis, shorty that'll make you basic

I want a five-star bitch

I need a five-star bitch

I need a five-star bitch

I want a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

See I'm a five-star chick

Cause I ain't that other chick

She been strugglin' for hers

From the womb I been rich

I ain't gotta talk about the money in the shoe game

All you gotta do is Google Trina

See the proof, Mane

Cause ain't none of these hoes, doing shows in a recession

They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression

While I'm spending meals, signin' all kinda deals

I'm a five-star chick, eatin' five-star meals

My whole lifestyle like Coming To America

All my Louis luggage

You see my bag, how I carry her

Walkin' through the airport

Like I'm in a parade on my hologram

Loggin' on to E-Trade

That's a five-star bitch

Now that's a five-star chick, if your credit score high

Feet and nails stay fly, keep your juice-box wet

And your head somethin' fine

You a five-star bitch

I want a five-star bitch

I need a five-star bitch

I need a five-star bitch

I want a five-star bitch

I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's

Fendi on my slippers, and my cookies always slippery

I don't need help, I pay the bills on time

So I be yellin' fuck 'em, with a dildo sign

Five, little Mama, you a three-star

I ain't sleepin' when I say I'm in my dream car

Oh, did I stutter, Harajuku hyphen

Barbie

I'm hot I think its time to put the rice in

I was in the chair, I was gluin' my weave in

When you hit the stage

They was booin' and leavin'

Young Money, red flag, no more auditions

Ask Lil' Wayne who the five-star bitch is

That's a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch

That's a five-star bitch