5 Star Remix (feat. Gucci Mane, Trina & Nicki Minaj)

Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars

We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em 5 stars

I'm a 5 star ****, this a 5 star clique

That's a 645, this that new M6

Pay her bills, get her hair fixed, mixed 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

I 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 **** love me

And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci, girl, and beep me

And we can find a 5 star hotel, you can meet me

That's a 5 star chick, that's a 5 star chick

That's a 5 star chick, man,  that's a 5 star chick

If your credit card high, feet and nails stay fly

Keep your juice box wet and your **** something fine

Then you a 5 star chick, ay, you a 5 star chick

Ay, you a 5 star chick, ay, you a 5 star chick

I want a 5 star chick, I need a 5 star chick

I need a 5 star chick, I want a 5 star chick

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

I'm the realest **** walkin' and this the remix

And still I'm out here lookin' for a 5 star chick

When I catch her, I'ma bless her with a 5 star kid

She a natural hustler, she ain't chasing no suckers

On a mission for a real ****, she ain't never **** a buster

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

And all 'em hatin' **** in the club wanna 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 5 star, need to go ahead and face it

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

That ain't a 5 star chick, that ain't a 5 star chick

That ain't a 5 star chick, that ain't a 5 star chick

See I'm a 5 star **** 'cause I ain't that other ****

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, man

'Cause ain't none of these **** doing shows in the recession

They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression

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

I'm a 5 star **** eatin' 5 star meals

My whole lifestyle is 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 5 star chick, that's a 5 star chick

That's a 5 star chick, man, that's a 5 star chick

If your credit card high, feet and nails stay fly

Keep your juice box wet and your **** something fine

Then you a 5 star chick, ay, you a 5 star chick

Ay, you a 5 star chick, ay, you a 5 star chick

I want a 5 star chick, I need a 5 star chick

I need a 5 star chick, I want a 5 star chick

Hmm, 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', ****' '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 gluein' 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 5 star **** is

That's a 5 star chick, that's a 5 star chick

That's a 5 star chick, man, that's a 5 star chick