5 Star Remix

(Hotrod on the track) Chea (yeah) Ayy, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch, talkin' 'bout (burr, burr) I'm talkin' 'bout a ho gotta be lookin' like she just stepped out a magazine, homie (Gucci) (If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice box wet, and your head somethin' fine) I'm talkin' 'bout this ho gon' be somethin' serious (yeah) (I want a five-star bitch, I need a five-star bitch I need a five-star bitch, I want a five-star bitch) 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 Hey, 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, your man is a scrub, see She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah 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 bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fire Then you a five-star bitch, ayy, you a five-star bitch Ayy, you a five-star bitch, ayy, you a five-star bitch I want a five-star bitch, I need a five-star bitch (remix) I need a five-star bitch, I want a five-star bitch (yeah, Yo Gotti) It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix (Yo Gotti) And still I'm out here lookin' for a five-star bitch When I catch her, I'ma bless her with a five-star kit She a natural born hustla, she ain't chasin' no suckas (nah) Only mess with real niggas, she ain't never fucked a busta (nah, nah, nah) So your cars and your jewelry that shit really don't excite her And all them hatin'-ass hoes in the club want to fight her She was born in the A, went to school in D.C. (Bankhead) 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 That ain't a five-star bitch, that ain't a five-star bitch That ain't a five-star bitch, that ain't a five-star bitch (Trina) See I'm a five-star bitch 'cause I ain't that other bitch She be strugglin' for hers, from the womb, I been rich I ain't gotta talk about the money and the shoe game All you gotta do is Google Trina, see the proof, mane 'Cause ain't none of these hoes doin' shows in a recession They cards get declined, now they sufferin' a depression (damn) While I'm spending meals, signin' all kinda deals I'm a five-star bitch 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, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fine Then you a five-star bitch, ayy, you a five-star bitch Ayy, you a five-star bitch, ayy, 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 Hmm, I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's Fendi on my slippers and my cookie's 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 it's 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 Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch