Plenty Mo'

[Intro] Homeboy Turn me up Guwop Mike Will EarDrummers Turn up [Verse 1] Purple 'rari Purple rim Purple bad bitch with a purple [?] Orange [?], orange Lam' Orange [?] and orange [?] Red Charger, red Bentley Bitch, I came up at the Red Room Inn [?] Twenty hit the room And the four just missed me Weed so strong, you can't light no incense Gucci Mane's a multi-multi Hundred thousand dollars, rent me My goons might dress up in bow ties Always keep three killers with me Gucci Mane don't back down, no guy See your ass later, let a couple months go by Whippin' up the dope, true story, my old life Still got work like Drake, nigga, no lie Room of house full with nothin' but smokers In the kitchen, now I'm cooking up that coca Used to get the dope right from my brother My plug in the [?] come right under And you can't pull shit with a set, your Honor Spikes in my cleats cause I'm a punter Black shades on like Stevie Wonder Cheetah print on cause life's a jungle If you boys attempt to conquer What I conquered, I'ma run you off the block And hit your homie Cause this clip here hold a hundred Gun long as a gila monster '90, was a Fila monster And Gucci Mane gon' keep a strap Show [?] just like it's [?] summer [Hook] If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get some of this shit If you want some, you can get some, baby, come getcha some, cause there's plenty mo' of this shit If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get you some of this shit If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get you some of this shit If you want some, you can get some, baby, come get you some, cause there's plenty mo' of this shit If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get some of this shit If you want some, come get some, cause there plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this shit Pl-Plenty mo', plenty mo' of this shit Got plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this shit [Verse 2] I drop ashes, so careless And these pants came from Paris Your boyfriend's embarrassed She felt the fabric, she [?] I'm spending broccoli for carats I'm in Versace, shoppin' Niggas pocket-watchin', they starin' And I'm a step up on fashion Got these three months in advance They feel the fabric I'm wearin' These pants I got come from Paris I make your man feel embarrassed Don't speak in Frank, I'm in France Black patent leather, [?] I'm droppin' ashes on [?] [Hook]