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

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

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

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