"Platinum" lyrics
(feat. Frank Casino)
I'm the type to go platinum
I'm the type to go platinum
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I got hood rich, that's motion
We don't post on socials
Batswere ntjaka, I was at a show
I should've took him with kei tsotse
Ene loud pack ke totse, I was selling brown monopi
Mei uncle ne ele drug lord, before the plug emoji
Ntjaka omong kele kotsi, ntjaka omong onale body
Ashi nthwela, R.I.P to Grootman Sumbody
I smoke plenty gas, I got plenty cash
I played ball le Skhesehe
Send the money to my mom account, ake controli ke sfebe
You the type she let you hit, you call the bitch "my boo", nigga
Yeah, I'm talking about you niggas, I got no business with new niggas
Ntjaka omong kele dog pound cos we sold dogfood niggas
In my city they pull triggers, me and Zoocci Coke, that's two dealers
20 thou in a few minutes, who went broke, is it you niggas?
I don't know about you niggas, I got mob ties with grave diggers
You the type to buy her Louis purse while your homie starve, it's you niggas
I'm the type, if I touch a bag, I spend some with my real niggas
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
25, huh
That's when I got rich
I ain't never been the same since
Been a Mac like I am Vince
I ain't never had to convince
These bars been on convict
These rappers' hoes in my comments
I ain't saying no names
I don't play those games
I ain't wearing no chain
If that shit gonn' stain
Only rocking that plain
Man, I'm talking about Jane
Gotta live and maintain
Only Foreign exchange
Man, I swear it ain't the same
Well, let me disclaim
Can't die for a dame
Or a nigga that's lame
Run the numbers
I've been running, like every summer
Without a SAMA
What a come up
Don't share the addy, if it don't sum up
Cos secrets come up when you under covers
I could love the pussy, but could never lover her
Big Pappa, big puffers
Big stepper
Man, the gang proper
Ohhh baby, still your favourite
And I push Mercedes, while I move with natives
AMG's
I love 'em tender like it's ANC
When it's state capture, don't you mention me
C'est la vie
I've seen sell outs, sell out for free
Yeah, I'm about my cheese, no rats my G's
It's an expensive fee, it don't come for free
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I got hood rich, that's motion
We don't post on socials
Batswere ntjaka, I was at a show
I should've took him with kei tsotse
Ene loud pack ke totse, I was selling brown monopi
Mei uncle ne ele drug lord, before the plug emoji
Ntjaka omong kele kotsi, ntjaka omong onale body
Ashi nthwela, R.I.P to Grootman Sumbody
I smoke plenty gas, I got plenty cash
I played ball le Skhesehe
Send the money to my mom account, ake controli ke sfebe
You the type she let you hit, you call the bitch "my boo", nigga
Yeah, I'm talking about you niggas, I got no business with new niggas
Ntjaka omong kele dog pound cos we sold dogfood niggas
In my city they pull triggers, me and Zoocci Coke, that's two dealers
20 thou in a few minutes, who went broke, is it you niggas?
I don't know about you niggas, I got mob ties with grave diggers
You the type to buy her Louis purse while your homie starve, it's you niggas
I'm the type, if I touch a bag, I spend some with my real niggas
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
25, huh
That's when I got rich
I ain't never been the same since
Been a Mac like I am Vince
I ain't never had to convince
These bars been on convict
These rappers' hoes in my comments
I ain't saying no names
I don't play those games
I ain't wearing no chain
If that shit gonn' stain
Only rocking that plain
Man, I'm talking about Jane
Gotta live and maintain
Only Foreign exchange
Man, I swear it ain't the same
Well, let me disclaim
Can't die for a dame
Or a nigga that's lame
Run the numbers
I've been running, like every summer
Without a SAMA
What a come up
Don't share the addy, if it don't sum up
Cos secrets come up when you under covers
I could love the pussy, but could never lover her
Big Pappa, big puffers
Big stepper
Man, the gang proper
Ohhh baby, still your favourite
And I push Mercedes, while I move with natives
AMG's
I love 'em tender like it's ANC
When it's state capture, don't you mention me
C'est la vie
I've seen sell outs, sell out for free
Yeah, I'm about my cheese, no rats my G's
It's an expensive fee, it don't come for free
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
I'm the type to go platinum, you the type to go broke
You the type to sneak diss but you dab me up when we spoke
I'm the type to sell a 100 bricks and in the trap I went gold
You the type she let you hit and you cuffing some of these hoes
