LYRIC
5 Star Lyrics by Real Boston Richey, music has been produced by Prod No Heart, and 5 Star song lyrics are penned down by Real Boston Richey & Prod No Heart.
5 Star Lyrics
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Turn up hard, I’m finna get in my f*ckin’ mode)
Uh, uh
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the bitch is, I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f*ck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another ni**a what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snoozе
Bitch, I make my calls, f*ck these old ni**as, ain’t paying my duеs
She gon’ lick it all, that’s the only way she come to my room
If you pay for a hit,, don’t never call my phone, just check the news
I can’t pay for a hit ’cause these ni**as that I’m with, they with the shits
I can’t take a pic ’cause if my bitch see it, she gon’ think I hit
If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain’t slick
Out here doing wrong to make it right, that’s why I’m trappin’ bricks
You out here doing wrong, hatin’ on the youngins like Uncle Ice
I ain’t gotta use my phone, I get on ‘Iami time and go and swipe
ni**a want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that’s just my price
If not, it’s nice to meet you, I’m really lit for life, this ain’t no hype
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the bitch is, I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f*ck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another ni**a what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I might wake up, blow some cheese
I might go to sleep off that lean
I might drip your bitch Celine
Twenty-three hundred, that’s just on jeans
Yeah, New Year’s with the stars, I be comin’ out way too clean
I done ran it up off these trees, now I run it up off these beats
I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys
I might bless a ho if she sneeze, f*ck you, bitch, no, you can leave
Back in the day, these hoes ain’t wanna f*ck, now they tryna meet
Real runner-up, thuggin’ in these streets, ni**a, just hand me my cleats
I’m way up out that ni**a league
Trappin’ bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon’ be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I’ma go and buy that bitch a mink
My bitches don’t wear pink
Ain’t talking ’bout no colors, I’m talkin’ ’bout that shit that be cheap
How the f*ck you YIC and you got signed to FBG?
I can’t take a pic ’cause if my bitch see it, she gon’ think I hit
If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain’t slick
I might pull up with your boo
Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup
Don’t matter how thick the bitch is, I won’t put her before my loot
I’m fresh as f*ck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another ni**a what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I’ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin’ up my coupe
If I don’t like it, then I’ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute
I’m way up out that ni**a league
Trappin’ bricks from Florida to Middle East
They say she gon’ be a freak, only in the sheets
But if she do that, I’ma go and buy that bitch a mink
SONG INFO:
Song: 5 Star
Artist: Real Boston Richey
Music: Prod No Heart
Lyrics: Real Boston Richey & Prod No Heart
