Plenty ft. Glosaman Lyrics

Lotta love, lotta hate, I get plenty of it

Ain't no pork on my plate, I'm at Benihana

Want the crib wit' the lake, I been thinking of it

Talking 'bout her period late, I ain't the one you fucking

Lotta racks, lotta cake, I get plenty of it

Lotta straps, gotta uh, I can't even tuck it

Lotta niggas turning jake, boy I seen it coming

Feed the block 'round my way, I gotta keep it coming

Real top dog, why they trynna take me under

When shit pop off, niggas never saying nothin'

I got her top off, I ain't even save her number

I pissed my mom off, in the kitchen shaving onions

Think I'm going color blind, all I see is dollar signs

You won't catch me saying shit unless it's monetized

Fuck 'em, let the cowards die

Niggas raps be dramatized

I was really selling ten's on the county side

Oh, you niggas really that

Y'all re'up wit' fifty racks

When I made my first dub, I fell in love, I done got attached

Put that stick on her, fell in love, she done got a tat

A real down bitch, she ride the packs up to Pontiac

Lotta love, lotta hate, I get plenty of it

Ain't no pork on my plate, I'm at Benihana

Want the crib wit' the lake, I been thinking of it

Talking 'bout her period late, I ain't the one you fucking

Lotta racks, lotta cake, I get plenty of it

Lotta straps, gotta uh, I can't even tuck it

Lotta niggas turning jake, boy I seen it coming

Feed the block 'round my way, I gotta keep it coming

I been in the kitchen cooking', Glosa, Gordon Ramsay

Money talk, these niggas broke, they wouldn't understand me

My bank account look like a pantry, gotta feed the family

Nigga talking, how my youngin' slime him, Billy Mandy

JollyRancher acting hard but he sweet like candy

This lil' bitch couldn't get me hard, told her keep her panties

My nigga scamming, swiping cards, that shit come in handy

You loafin' on the boulevard, high up off them zannies

I'm the type to take it far, to another planet

I got a plug in the DR and he speaking Spanish

These niggas know just who are, bitch we doing damage

I got bricks up in my yard, no construction planning

Lotta love, lotta hate, I get plenty of it

Ain't no pork on my plate, I'm at Benihana

Want the crib wit' the lake, I been thinking of it

Talking 'bout her period late, I ain't the one you fucking

Lotta racks, lotta cake, I get plenty of it

Lotta straps, gotta uh, I can't even tuck it

Lotta niggas turning jake, boy I seen it coming

Feed the block 'round my way, I gotta keep it coming