5 Star Island

Okay, okay What you know about five stars Golden roses in my backyard Spotless island you won't see a weed You know that shit it don't fly with me My pockets heavy and I'm stacked with bells I make it rain like it's show-and-tell She proud of me yeah that's Isabelle Ride or die she gon' treat me well I got pears, peaches, oranges, cherries You won't ever see me hungry, it's extraordinary Cause I'm in my prime I'm doing fine I'm selling bugs like I do it full time And I, I keep my grind I waste no time I keep it loaded for my bitches on the side