Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plenty Money, artist - Plies.
Date of issue: 11.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plenty Money |
What’s in my pocket, dawg, big face hundreds |
Just left the mall, bought everything that I wanted |
I kinda mad wit' you haters, I’m real disappointed |
'Cause what you didn’t tell the people, that I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) |
I like my bitches hood, but all my whips foreign |
Just bought another house, the last one was boring |
Ten-thousand square-feet, it feel like you tourin' |
These niggas dissin' me, it really ain’t important |
Take off yo shirt, nigga, I bet yo ribs showin' |
You nigga starvin', my money over-flowin' |
Jewelry game sick, got all these hos adorin' |
Catch me in the club wit' all the 'gnac pourin' |
If I ever go to prison, I’ma have plenty stories |
Sleep real good, 'cause I ain’t got no worries |
Stay fresh everyday, jewelry stay glowin' |
I got plenty money and all you niggas knowin' |
What’s in my pocket, dawg, big face hundreds |
Just left the mall, bought everything that I wanted |
I kinda mad wit' you haters, I’m real disappointed |
'Cause what you didn’t tell the people, that I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) |
Next month, guess what, I’m buyin' rappers |
'Cause I’m startin' to feel sorry for you lil' bastards |
I’m pretty hot, yo career a disaster |
I control you niggas, somethin' like yo master |
Sixty-five grand, that’s 'round ?? |
Stay from 'round me if you don’t like to smell cheddar |
I ain’t fuckin' wit that ho 'cause she a dick hacker |
Wanna know who I’m fuckin', my money, I just married her |
She been good to me, I might 5-karat her |
Ran me out the store, I bought too many plasmas |
Count so much money, breathe like I got asthma |
The old sayin' is, «The more money, the marrier» |
What’s in my pocket, dawg, big face hundreds |
Just left the mall, bought everything that I wanted |
I kinda mad wit' you haters, I’m real disappointed |
'Cause what you didn’t tell the people, that I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) I got plenty money, I got plenty money |
(Okay) |
Ion’t know why I bought the Bentley when I had the Mazerati |
And what I paid for the «Goon"chain, one-fourty |
Scared to keep money on me 'cause I will blow it |
My strip club name is «Mr. |
Will-Throw-It» |
Keep fire on deck and I will show it |
Fuck wit' me and get wacked and all you niggas know it |
Scared to dance in the club 'cause my fire loaded |
If you won’t use it, guess what, then don’t tote it |
Mo' money, to most niggas, mean mo' hos |
Mo' money, to me, it mean keep goin' |
Haters gettin' tired, my money still growin' |
Ball all night, catch a flight in the mornin' |