Five Star

You homie hopping
I'm plane hopping
You mad you didn't make it
I'm still here dropping
You wearing the hand me downs
I'm in the mall copping
You swear you dropping hits
But they all flopping

These bitches throw shade
But I'm in Florida and it's sunny
These bitches love to hate
But I think it's funny
Hating for what?
Because I got this gold on me?
Grinding until I'm dizzy
Gotta keep these haters busy
Don't care if a broke bitch diss me
I'm professional and pretty

I'm on my boss bitch shit
I look like a lick
I'm on my boss bitch shit
Yeah, I know your homie wish
I'm on my boss bitch shit
I'm a five star chick
Yeah
I'm a five star chick

I got the money
I don't need to show it
I trust you bitches about as far as I can throw you
Tried to throw me off my game
But I'm too focused
Tried to hop in my lane but you're in the Ford Focus

I got bangers
I'm blowing out my speakers
I know you a rat
You squeak like my sneakers
If I know your shit's whack I do not want your feature
These kids is my sons, listen to your teacher
I gotta get high before I hop on the plane
If it's not about that money I'm like what are you saying?
Your neck's turning green, I got gold on my chain
I do not want your boo because I got my own man

I'm on my boss bitch shit
I look like a lick
I'm on my boss bitch shit
Yeah, I know your homie wish
I'm on my boss bitch shit
I'm a five star chick
Yeah
I'm a five star chick

Every time I post a pic your man calls me a snack
Every time I hit the club I swear I throw it back
Sometimes I get so many texts it gets annoying
I didn't know that was your man I curved him because he's boring
He said he usually don't like white girls he don't know I'm foreign
He asked me if I got plans tonight I'm like yeah, I'm recording
I'm the baddest snow bunny
Counting all of this money

I'm on my boss bitch shit
I look like a lick
I'm on my boss bitch shit
Yeah, I know your homie wish
I'm on my boss bitch shit
I'm a five star chick
Yeah
I'm a five star chick