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Lyrics Plenty Money – Lil Poppa

(Berto, how you got that?)
(6Jugg on the beat, it ain’t no motherfucking heat)

Say I got plenty money on me, yeah (Plenty money on me, big money on me)
Told the bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, yeah (Bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, just tell me what you want, uh)
Probably in the city tryna duck the police (Yeah, duck the police), you know them bitches want me (They want me)
Opps on this car, we gon’ see (We gon’ see), shootout, I pray it don’t be (I pray it don’t be)
I get money like I’m Bunji, whip that shit up like you Tony V (Like you Tony V)
Been moving Sunday to Sunday, I ain’t gotta get up it’s gon’ come to me (Yeah, it’s gon’ come to me)

You know that cutter sound how thunder be (How thunder be, uh)
And to get to me, they gon’ try to get everything up under me (Up under me)
Better stick together and have your shit together when you come for me (Yeah, when you come for me)
Late talks with the devil, told him I’m finna send some company (Send some company)
Bitch, I grinding for forever, don’t come telling what you done for me (Telling what you done for me)
No since of trying to fuck her better, ain’t no better when she done with me (Ain’t no better when she done with me)
Aye, I’ll shoot this bitch wherever, especially if I got my son with me (If I got my son with me)
Not a dollar bill in sight, but best believe, bitch, it’s a ton on me (It’s a ton on me)
Ain’t no security, my gun on me, I’m secured (My gun on me, I’m secured)
Wasn’t feeling good but now I’m cured, what’s the cure, I’m sippin’ syrup (I’m sippin’ syrup)
Got niggas I’m trying to give the world (Got niggas I’m trying to give the world)
Got niggas doing time for being thorough (Doing time for being thorough)
Shit, it’s hard times, if you got nine, that’ll get you a dime of that girl (That’ll get you a dime of that girl)

Say I got plenty money on me, yeah (Plenty money on me, big money on me)
Told the bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, yeah (Bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, just tell me what you want, uh)
Probably in the city tryna duck the police (Yeah, duck the police), you know them bitches want me (They want me)
Opps on this car, we gon’ see (We gon’ see), shootout, I pray it don’t be (I pray it don’t be)
I get money like I’m Bunji, whip that shit up like you Tony V (Like you Tony V)
Been moving Sunday to Sunday, I ain’t gotta get up it’s gon’ come to me (Yeah, it’s gon’ come to me)

Don’t play no games when it come to beef ’cause that shit ain’t no fun to me (That shit ain’t no fun to me)
Go hard when it’s only one of me, think it’s smart, nigga then come and see (Yeah, come and see)
OG specialize in first degrees, no, he don’t do no surgery’s (He don’t no surgery’s)
And my young nigga gon’ slang some P’s, no, he don’t do no burglaries (He don’t do no burglaries)
Send a message to them niggas then, why? ‘Cause they ain’t never heard of me (They ain’t never heard of me)
Bet they won’t serve me, ran it up, bet she won’t curve me now
I ain’t give her much, still let her fuck, she ain’t even deserve me now (Deserve me now)
Rather play the cut, Quez got it tucked, he be ready to lay a nigga down (He be ready to lay a nigga down)
Niggas know that I don’t give a damn (Damn), hope they know that I ain’t here to spare them (No)
Run it up and spend it on the fam (Fam), I be feeling like I’m Jimmy Jam (Jam)
No, I don’t do shit for the gram (Uh), if it ain’t music cut the cam (Uh)
Been to L.A. more than the Rams (Rams), detectives asking ’bout some pounds (Pounds)

Say I got plenty money on me, yeah (Plenty money on me, big money on me)
Told the bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, yeah (Bitch don’t worry ’bout what you don’t see, just tell me what you want, uh)
Probably in the city tryna duck the police (Yeah, duck the police), you know them bitches want me (They want me)
Opps on this car, we gon’ see (We gon’ see), shootout, I pray it don’t be (I pray it don’t be)
I get money like I’m Bunji, whip that shit up like you Tony V (Like you Tony V)
Been moving Sunday to Sunday, I ain’t gotta get up it’s gon’ come to me (Yeah, it’s gon’ come to me)

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