Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Already Platinum, artist - Slim Thug. Date of issue: 20.05.2015
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 |