Lyrics Platinum Plus - Ruff Ryders, Jermaine Dupri, Ma$e

Platinum Plus

Jermaine dupri
Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up Freessshhh from the floor up and ya know what?
Im sick wit it the shit dont slow up Ima see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, dont stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin «yall wanna floss wit us?
«Where the fuck you at?
from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And yall gotta hate huh?
cuz its to much weight for one
And yall aint havin no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin to do what I do Whole street team tryin do what I do Like what?
double countin me out?
Forget it, Im the best that ever done it, need to check and reck
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
you aint fuckin wit us Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
you aint fuckin wit us Cross
Now, money aint never been a thing ta me Im down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, I got cake with a c and a d On the wrist is a ice band capitol b,
Small v Im fuckin with the don chi chi
Im a p-i-m-p, you cant tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, its cake like the lottery
Playa dont lie ta me, your stash couldnt cover me What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but I wouldnt, mind her cousin
Its a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin uhh!!!
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
You aint fuckin wit us Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
You aint fuckin wit us Ma$e
Cmon, cmon, cmon we be the best harlem niggaz 80s to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me Im the best that ever did it, got a way wit it Put grannie on the stand, shell never say who did it Im from where, even
the gangstas live to,
Make a mil.
on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin crack, bitchin and parkin
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin life, to see him is hard
Fuckin wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who cant wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out wanna flow beyatch?
!
Jd and cross together
(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
You aint fuckin wit us ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You aint platinum plus?
You aint fuckin wit us Cross
Uh, yeah swizz beatz we them niggaz in the streets all out, jd who you with?
double r mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah cross