sum fye, then you a five star b*tch x4 i want a five star b**ch, i need a five star b**ch x2, i want a five star b**ch. (verse 2) If ya baby daddy
And ya nails stay fly If ya juice box wet And ya head sumin fly Dats a 5 star bitch I wanna 5 star bitch I need a 5 star bitch I wanna 5 star bitch [
't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz
a recession im still investin bout to buy dubai and swim in the shark section get the dark section (its the remix) bitch thats the barack section chorus
[Benzino talking softly] Bitches wanna try and run my life and (As we proceed!) Niggas wanna try and live my life and Haters wanna try and take my life
3X) GRAB YO BITCHES! Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3X) BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF! Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 5X) GRAB YO BITCHES
city bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch
life rollin' railish stripes High like a kite, G4 every night Overseas money, bitch, we do it so right Don't do it right so we don't it all Money hard, bitch
chair, I was gluing my weave in When you hit the stage They was booin and leavin Young money red flag, No more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch
bitch, How 'bout I fuck a bitch in a mash pit bitch like Fucking right im tight, I'm a not slit bitch And me and my band gone rock this bitch, Imma fuck
ain't so important that my words are meant for you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up World star
Yall & Thats The Mistress, Young Mulaaa Babyyyy [Lil Wayne:] Yehhhhh, I Do What I Does I Come Through This Bitch Wrist Blue In Cause I'm So 5 Star Suwop
line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Ye
, feel free to bring with G-5 waitin', fly away at my convenience You seen T.I.P. checkin' in a five-star suite With some five-star freaks gettin' high
'm flaming like a bitch, got the city on lock If a nigga wanna play I'm a catch me ah charge Yeah, I fina go live like a mutha fucking star You on low
