5 Star - Yo Gotti

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Rodnay Tate Jr.

Composed by：Mario Mims/Rodnay Tate Jr.

Chea yeah

Ay you know I'm lookin' for a five-star b***h talkin' about

Burr

Burr I'm talkin' homegirl

Be lookin' like she just stepped outta magazine gucci

If your credit score high feet and nails stay fly

Keep your juice box wet and your head somethin' fine

This time it's gonna be somethin' serious yeah

I want a five-star b***h I need a five-star b***h

I need a five-star b***h I want a five-star b***h

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 n***a 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 lie

I'm so super high 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

Yeah all my b***hes 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 b***h that's a five-star b***h

Now that's a five-star b***h now that's a five-star b***h

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 b***h ay you a five-star b***h

Ay you a five-star b***h ay you a five-star b***h

I want a five-star chick I need a five-star chick

I need a five-star chick I want a five-star chick

It's your boy yo gotti I do grade a s**t

I'm the realest n***a 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 n***a

She ain't never f**ked 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 DC

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 b***h that ain't a five-star b***h

That ain't a five-star b***h girl ain't a five-star b***h

Trina see I'm a five-star b***h 'cause I ain't that other b***h

She been 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 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 b***h 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 b***h that's a five-star b***h

Now that's a five-star b***h now that's a five-star b***h

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 b***h ay you a five-star b***h

Ay you a five-star b***h ay you a five-star b***h

I want a five-star chick I need a five-star chick

I need a five-star chick I want a five-star chick

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' f**k '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 b***h is

That's a five-star b***h that's a five-star b***h

Now that's a five-star b***h now that's a five-star b***h