Plenty Mo - Gucci Mane

Homeboy\nTurn me up\nGuwop\nMike Will\nEarDrummers\nTurn up\nPurple 'rari\nPurple rim\nPurple bad bitch with a purple tan\nOrange frames, orange Lam'\nOrange and orange\nRed Charger, red Bentley\nBitch, I came up at the Red Room Inn\nTwenty hit the room\nAnd the four just missed me\nWeed so strong, you can’t light no incense\nGucci Mane’s a multi-multi\nHundred thousand dollars, rent me\nMy goons might dress up in bow ties\nAlways keep three killers with me\nGucci Mane don’t back down, no guy\nSee your ass later, let a couple months go by\nWhippin' up the dope, true story, my old life\nStill got work like Drake, nigga, no lie\nRoom of house full with nothin' but smokers\nIn the kitchen, now I’m cooking up that coca\nUsed to get the dope right from my brother\nMy plug in the come right under\nAnd you can’t pull shit with a set, your Honor\nSpikes in my cleats cause I’m a punter\nBlack shades on like Stevie Wonder\nCheetah print on cause life’s a jungle\nIf you boys attempt to conquer\nWhat I conquered, I’ma run you off the block\nAnd hit your homie\nCause this clip here hold a hundred\nGun long as a gila monster\n'90, was a Fila monster\nAnd Gucci Mane gon' keep a strap\nShow just like it’s summer\nIf you want some, come get some, baby, cause there’s plenty mo',\nyou can get some of this shit\nIf you want some, you can get some, baby, come getcha some, cause there’s\nplenty mo' of this shit\nIf you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah,\nget you some of this shit\nIf you want some, come get some, baby, cause there’s plenty mo',\nyou can get you some of this shit\nIf you want some, you can get some, baby, come get you some, cause there’s\nplenty mo' of this shit\nIf you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah,\nget some of this shit\nIf you want some, come get some, cause there plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this\nshit\nPl-Plenty mo', plenty mo' of this shit\nGot plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this shit\nI drop ashes, so careless\nAnd these pants came from Paris\nYour boyfriend’s embarrassed\nShe felt the fabric, she\nI’m spending broccoli for carats\nI’m in Versace, shoppin'\nNiggas pocket-watchin', they starin'\nAnd I’m a step up on fashion\nGot these three months in advance\nThey feel the fabric I’m wearin'\nThese pants I got come from Paris\nI make your man feel embarrassed\nDon’t speak in Frank, I’m in France\nBlack patent leather,\nI’m droppin' ashes on