Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Already Platinum, artist - Slim Thug.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Already Platinum |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Slim Thugga! |
I don’t think they ready for this beat |
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick |
You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk shit, floss shit |
Like it don’t cost shit, that’s why I’m Tha Boss bitch |
Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house |
From making words rhyme out my million dollar mouth |
You can see the watch gloss when you see Tha Boss walk |
I keep my lips closed cause it cost when I talk |
I’m so flashy, rims so glassy |
Pull the dropper out, we gon show them boys nasty |
Hood rats harrass me, I don’t want the drama |
They wanna get put up so they could be me baby mama |
But I’m a chill, I’d rather work wood wheel |
And throw them vogues and grills on candy automobiles |
I’m still tipping on vogues, closing candy blue doors |
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls |
I’m from the hood living good, so I’m pimping |
I ain’t got my plaque in yet, but I’m already platinum |
Mayne I’m already platinum |
Mayne I’m already platinum |
You know I’m already platinum |
Mayne I’m already platinum |
Skating ass mister, money making ass mister |
That Star Trak sign getting way damn bigger |
Put Snoop in a coupe, I put Slim in a slab |
I put them motherfuckers out wit that one-two jab |
Wit the — glamorous jewels, wit the chandelier hues |
Everytime I wave my wrist it makes the channel 3 news |
In that 100 EX, that two-door shit |
Look in my rear view, listen you’re too close Thicke |
You got it wrong, I don’t touch the heaters |
Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug dealer beepers |
Don’t let your Ego eat ya, shh! |
let me teach ya |
All that brrrr make ya chest look just like some pizza |
Huh! |
You see what’s happening, we King Kong smashing em |
When new bitches is on my arm, the paparazzi is snapping em |
The future’s ours — and yours is blackening |
Me and Tha Boss nigga, we already platinum |
You ain’t saying shit, you’re weak and prom too |
I’m making money making beats, and plus I pop too |
Playa chill, don’t get ya body chopped & screwed |
Have ya sucking through a straw just to opt for food |
About face and walk our way on too |
Let the ladies in here do what they gon do |
Seem like my wrist been dipped in diamond fondue |
It’s not just me, my man got one too |
I got my mind on cash and my grind on smash |
Nowadays I gotta count my money by the bags |
I done ran through the rags, now I get to see riches |
Went from having rats to the superstar bitches |
Used to never leave out them Northside blocks |
Now I’m going to parties in Miami on yachts |
And the grind don’t stop, everytime you hear me rapping |
Without the plaque in, I’m still already platinum |
It feels so good ma, ma to be platinum |
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah |
EVS diamonds and Bentley macking |
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah |
So sick this VSOPN a passion |
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah |
And after that you and I will be smashing |
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah |