MONEYS PLENTIFUL FREESTYLE Lyrics

Hey, what's wrong with you

I got plenty money, man

I get plenty money

Sexy as hell

Get in the harness

In the snow, the rain when it's sunny

And when it's foggy

Yeah, like the boss bitch

Like Snoop Doggy

I stay smoking. Yeah, my brain stay open

Nah, just fucking around

I'm waiting for it to come in

But I said, yo

I ain't class, but I get plenty money

Lopes be sexy as hell

And I get plenty honeys

Yeah, I got a big gun

Can't take nothing from me

I'm selfish. I grew up an only child

But known to bust a freestyle

Blow the weed and pals

And I got big stacks

I mean, I'm needing more rubber bands

Nevertheless, a damn

I'm needing an upper hand

So say I'm greater than

I'm a simple dude

Olympic champions

With some of the greatest

And mostly hated

But nah, with some of the favorite

Got a lot of fans

I got a master plan

I'm thinking of how to get these bands

faster than these bastards can

I mean, shit

It's a new script

I got the pro tools

And I don't flow like old dude

They say Lopes be ice cold

Maybe with the rain

Maybe with the hot

Maybe with the fog

Maybe I can't complain

But I be with my dude

They say he be money mic

Yeah, I put money in my mic

Probably fucking honey tonight

And I don't even know

Got about four or five dates on deck

Shit, I'm trying to get mad

I really need to get me a check

So unemployment

Nah, I'ma switch that to royalties

Call me at 301-6317

It's D-Y-T

They say it's Ohio

Yeah, and I got them O's

That'll get you high for the low

Nah, I'm just playing

Nah, I really ain't

So call me at 301-6317

Or 397

It's 8517

Or maybe 321-3112

I made that shit simple as fuck

So if you blowed

you could still remember, dude

I'm not a jeweler

And I don't fool with these losers

I be looking for state troopers

In the summer, I'm on a scooter

Wanna go down to Florida

See my mama

Maybe scuba diving

Who is high

Is your duty flat like the Wright Brothers

Yeah, send a shout out to his sister

Yvette, my godmother

I'm missing Allen

But I'm still out here in this game

These niggas technical balance

With bucks and greens

Shit, I'm trying to fucking bust the shit

But these bitches be like

I think I got a baby on the way

Nah, that ain't no crazy shit to say

I'm like Slim Shady, but I'm paid

Nah, just down here daily with the hay

And I stay high

I don't know why I gotta say why

Cause I grew up in foster homes

Like, when I lost my zone

they tried to fuck me down in Kentucky

Three-leaf clovers

I wasn't lucky

I got GPs and LBs

Whatever you need, need to holla at me

That's what she's, my nigga

Plenty money

I got plenty money

I got plenty money

What they call me, son

They call me, aw, it went off