5 Star

Ohya, aye
I'm witta five-star babe
She better not touch my radio
When we go slide out the way

The Lala turn her to a maniac
But she still pour up every day
Only do five-star dates
She must be a MUA
How she give me that five-star face

Everything five-star, by far
They cannot fuck with me
Give me more five-star drinks
I'll drink till my cup's empty

Everything five-star, by far
They cannot fuck with me
Give me more five-star drinks
I'll drink till my cup's empty

This shit getting old to me
Took her to Manhattan Beach to surf
And she was like, totally
This ain't what you're used to
That you told me
I'm bumping jazz and I'm bumping oldies
When you come over
Won't you come roll with me (ohya)

Only do five-star, we still sliding up to Jon and Vinnys
After the action, morning after
We might slide to Simply
When it's your birthday, they might go to Flemmings
But we never dining at Denny's
She want the stars in the celing

But I'm witta five-star babe
She better not touch my radio
When we go slide out the way

The Lala turn her to a maniac
But she still pour up every day
Only do five-star dates
She must be a MUA
How she give me that five-star face

Everything five-star, by far
They cannot fuck with me
Give me more five-star drinks
I'll drink till my cup's empty

Everything five-star, by far
They cannot fuck with me
Give me more five-star drinks
I'll drink till my cup's empty