Real Boston Richey - 5 Star lyrics

Uh uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Turn up hard
I'm finna get in my fuckin’ 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 fuck
Fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another
Nigga 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
Fuck these old niggas, 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 niggas that I'm with
They with the shit's
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
Nigga 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 fuck
Fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another
Nigga 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, fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave
Back in the day, these hoes ain't wanna fuck
Now they tryna meet
Real runner-up, thuggin' in
These streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats

I'm way up out that nigga 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 fuck 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 fuck
Fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another
Nigga 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 nigga 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