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