Plenty - Gucci Mane, Trouble, Yo Gotti

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I got too much of this shit

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I got too much of this shit

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Paper, I got plenty

Bitches I got plenty

Toll on the thot, her body science, I’ma get it

Stay in and out of my business

Don' t move until I don 't finish

Meaning, I’m tryna skeet-skeet-skeet all up in it

Ride out for my pimping, I slide up in my Balenci’s

Yeah, all I want is to get fucked out, too many sixes

Today, I' ll be rockin' more than real bitches

My speed got no limits, take a look around, you see plenty

I got plenty

Cars, whores, doors, white girls come into my shows

Body rolls till they see me

See me?

Then you see plenty

No future now, we’re winning, we’re winning

But no more dirty Sprite for me

I pour the lean out cause I 'm good with the Henny

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I got too much of this shit

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I got too much of this shit

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Plenty girl, plenty real nigga ride with me

Plenty paper, plenty haters, go get high with me

Plenty street niggas, they see eye to eye with me

Plenty young niggas, busted time with me

Plenty gold, plenty real niggers ride with me

Plenty paper, plenty haters, go get high with me

Plenty street niggas, they see eye to eye with me

Plenty young niggas, busted time with me

Plenty niggas act like bitches, they should chain six

Plenty pussy ass niggas should just stop flexin'

House full of white, girl full of me

Count a hundred dollar bill, nigga get it how you live

Plenty bad bitches, couple ratchet hoes

Plenty face shots, that means the casket closed

Plenty spots, plenty whips, I took plenty troops

He came with me, that nigga make plenty flips

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I got too much of this shit

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I got too much of this shit

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Now I 'm not friendly, and I got plenty

Back and forth on this layup, I’m on I-20

You see my bankrolling, it’s back bus George skinnin'

I bought a Rolls Royce, I cashed out and I don’t trust it

I play football and I go to sleep stuntin'

Never too much, never too much money (It's Gucci!)

Kicking in with trouble and the comma’s keep coming

Problem like the problem like the drama, keep coming

I ball every day, to me is Super Bowl Sunday

I took a fifty with me, King of Diamonds brunch

I can’t get enough of Gucci, she’s a Gucci man son

Tell Plazy, I wonder when they got plenty of money (It' s Gucci!)

Plenty, plenty, plenty

I got too much of this shit

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I got too much of this shit

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