text: Chea! 
  Ay, you know Im lookin for a five-star bitch, talkin bout
   Im talkin homegirl
  Be lookin like she just stepped outta magazine 
  If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly
  Keep your juice box wet, and your head somethin fine
  This time, its gonna be somethin serious 
  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 dont call em dimes no more, 09 we call em five stars
  Im a five-star nigga, this a five-star clique
  Thats 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 cant even lie, Im so super high
  Do not need her, will not keep her unless she is fly
  Gucci Manes a thug, B; 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
  Thats a five-star bitch, thats a five-star bitch
  Now thats a five-star bitch, now thats 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, ay you a five-star bitch
  Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch
  I want a five-star chick, I need a five-star chick
  I need a five-star chick, I want a five-star chick
  Its your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit
  Im the realest nigga walkin, and this the remix
  And still Im out here lookin for a five-star chick
  When I catch her, Imma bless her with a five-star kid
  She a natural born hustla, she aint chasin no suckas
  On a mission for a real nigga, she aint never fucked a busta
  So your cars and your jewelry that she really dont excite
  And all them hatin-ass 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 aint a five-star, need to go ahead and face it
  Fake Gucci, fake Louis, shorty thatll make you basic
  That aint a five-star bitch, that aint a five-star bitch
  That aint a five-star bitch, girl aint a five-star bitch
   See Im a five-star bitch cause I aint that other bitch
  She been strugglin for hers, from the womb, I been rich
  I aint gotta talk about the money and the shoe game
  All you gotta do is Google Trina, see the proof, mane
  Cause aint none of these hoes doing shows in a recession
  They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression
  While Im spending meals, signin all kinda deals
  Im 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 Im in a parade
  On my hologram, loggin on to E-Trade
  Thats a five-star bitch, thats a five-star bitch
  Now thats a five-star bitch, now thats 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, ay you a five-star bitch
  Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch
  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 Tiffanys
  Fendi on my slippers and my cookies always slippery
  I dont 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 aint sleepin when I say Im in my dream car
  Oh, did I stutter? Harajuku hyphen Barbie
  Im 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 bitch is
  Thats a five-star bitch, thats a five-star bitch
  Now thats a five-star bitch, now thats a five-star bitch