The 5 Star Chick Remix lyrics make listening to the song a lot easier on yourself. Rappers these days sometimes say lines that you cannot fully understand or words that you may not know how to spell just by hearing it through the audio. Most lyrics around the internet are full of errors, misspellings, and need a lot of corrections. Even though the set of lyrics below is probably not one hundred percent perfect, they are closer than most of the other versions on the internet. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane, Trina and Nicki Minaj teamed up to create one of the most successful anthems of 2009. Take a look at their verses and read over some of your favorite bars below.

(Yo Gotti Introduction)

Ay you know I’m lookin for a 5 star bitch talkin bout
I’m talkin About a Bitch lookin like she just stepped out a magazine
I’m talkin niggas I’m gon be somethin serious

(Gucci Mane)
Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci Mane got 9 cars
We don’t call em dimes no more
09 we call em 5 stars
I’m a 5 star nigga, this a 5 star clique
That’s a 645, this that new m6
Pay her bills get her hair fixed
Might even pay her rent
And the way she give it to me
Best money I ever spent
I can’t even lie (why)
I’m so super high (high)
Do not need her, will not keep her
Unless she super fly
Gucci Manes a thug b,
Your man is a scrub see
She loves me now,
She loves you not
Yea all me bitches love me
And if you in Atlanta
Look up Gucci girl and beep me
And we can’t find a 5 star hotel
You can meet me

That’s a 5 star chick (3x)
Man that’s a 5 star chick
if yo credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly
keep ya juice box wet

I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

(Yo Gotti)
It’s ya boy Yo Gotti,
I do grade A shit
I’m the realist nigga walkin
And this the remix,
And still I’m out here lookin
for a 5 star chick
When I catch her, Imma bless her
With a 5 star kiss
She a natural born hustler
She ain’t chasing no suckas
On a mission for a real nigga
She ain’t never fucked a busta
So ya cars and ya jewlery
They she really don’t excite her
And all them hurtin ass hoes
In the club wanna fight her
She was born in the “A”,
Went to school in DC
Gotta job in Dallas Texas,
Then moved to Tennessee
If you ain’t a 5 star,
Need to go ahead and face it
Fake Gucci fake Louie,
Shawty that’ll make you basic


See I’m a 5 star bitch
Cause I ain’t that other bitch
She been strugglin for hers
From the womb I been rich
I ain’t gotta talk about the money
And the shoe game
All you gotta do is Google Trina
See the proof mane
Cause ain’t none of these hoes,
Doin shows in the recession
They cards get declined,
Now they sufferin a depression
While I’m spendin mills
Signin all kinds of deals
I’m a 5 star bitch,
Eating 5 star meals
My whole life style
Like comin to America
All my Louie luggage
You see my bag how I carry her
Walkin through the airport
Like I’m in a parade on my hologram
Loggin on to E-Trade


(Nicki Minaj)
I just had an epiphany,
I need to go to Tiffany’s
Fendi on my slippers,
And my pussys always slippery
I don’t need help,
I pay the bills on time
So I be yellin “fuck em”
With a dildo sign
Five little mama, you a Three star
I ain’t sleepin when
I say I’m in my dream car
Oh did I stutter?
Harajuku hyphen Barbie I’m hot
I think it’s time to put the rice in
I was in the chair,
I was gluing my weave in
When you hit the stage
They was booin and leavin
Young money red flag,
No more auditions
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is!