5 Star lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Tell No Heart I'm finna get in my f*ckin’ mode)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*gga what I won't do
I be DMing b*tches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b*tch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that b*tch on mute

[Verse 1]
If I don't like it, then I'ma refusе her calls and put that b*tch on snooze
b*tch, I make my calls, f*ck thеse old n*ggas, ain’t paying my dues
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 n*ggas that I'm with, they with the sh*ts
I can’t take a pic 'cause if my b*tch see it, she gon' think I hit
If we make a flick, b*tch, we gotta use my phone, b*tch, 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
n*gga 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
[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*gga what I won't do
I be DMing b*tches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b*tch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that b*tch on mute

[Verse 2]
I might wake up, blow some cheese
I might go to sleep off that lean
I might drip your b*tch 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, b*tch, 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, n*gga, just hand me my cleats

[Refrain]
I'm way up out that n*gga 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 b*tch a mink
[Verse 3]
My b*tches don't wear pink
Ain't talking 'bout no colors, I'm talkin' 'bout that sh*t that be cheap
How the f*ck you YIC and you got signed to FBG?
I can't take a pic 'cause if my b*tch see it, she gon' think I hit
If we make a flick, b*tch, we gotta use my phone, b*tch, you ain't slick

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*gga what I won't do
I be DMing b*tches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it, I'ma shoot
If I strike it, then you might see that b*tch slidin' up my coupe
If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that b*tch on mute

[Refrain]
I'm way up out that n*gga 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 b*tch a mink