Gucci Mane - 5 Star Remix 2 lyrics

Ay, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star b**h talkin' bout burr I'm talkin' homegirl be lookin' like she just stepped outta a magazine I'm talkin' n***as 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 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 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 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 [Chorus] 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 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 sh** I'm the realist 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 s**as On a mission for a real n***a She ain't never f**ed a busta So your cars and your j**elry that she really don't excite And all them hatin'-a** 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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** 'em, with a dil*o sign Bye 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 chick is