"PLAIN WATCH" lyrics
Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
Last time a nigga checked, you ain't even have a check
Little bro a hundred pounds with the chopper, soakin' wet
Rappin' 'bout a hundred bands, that shit layin' on my chest
In my pendant, you see emeralds outlinin' flower set
You see ice all in the front and it's ice all in the back
I be signing autographs when I step one foot in Saks
I got pants, shirts, and hats
The fitting room look a mess
My bitch a ten on her worst day, this ain't even her best
Don't forget to stand over him, give his ass the rest
If the feds find what I'm doin', they gon' give a nigga the chair
Niggas beefing over a thousand dollars, the price of my bitch hair
Niggas talkin', but I don't care
Don't even count it, it's all there
The way I'm shittin' on these lil' niggas, it ain't even fair
From Rock City, not State Fair
I'm not a game, but I'm a player
Let me hear you niggas diss and I'ma put you in the blender
Bring the mink out in the winter
Drop the top, it's still September
'Bout these hoes, these niggas tender
I can't even do shit with her
She better say all this shit hers if the state troopers flick us
Don't worry 'bout me talkin', I won't give they ass a hiccup
Catch you standin' on your block, blicka, blicka, blicka
Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
New anniversary make these hoes wanna fuck me
If I let her give me head, then she lucky
I told her, "Fuck a baecation, bitch, we goin' to Kentucky"
I can't the scent on these 'bows 'cause they musty
I can't let no civilian hit my cup 'cause it's muddy
I sip so much of this shit, I might turn into a zombie
Your pussy kind of mid, baby, I'm just bein' honest
My fit cost some shit, boy, I'm tired of bein' modest
My bitch got a CPL
She ain't even had to get no BBL
That nigga that you lovin' on a rat, I can see his tail
All these diamonds pokin' on my glasses, I can't read the mail
Let a whole thing go untouched, I ain't need a scale
I don't need no clientele, nigga, all I need is cut
Put my dick all in her gut
Put my thumb all in her butt
She thinks so highly 'bout her nigga, but his ass a crumb
I spend like 15K on clothes, I do this every month
I know you heard about the last opp, his ass in the blunt
Fuck if the truth hurt your feelings, baby, suck it up
She don't really want shit out of life but a tummy tuck
No, it ain't no love in these streets, so I just run it up
Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
Last time a nigga checked, you ain't even have a check
Little bro a hundred pounds with the chopper, soakin' wet
Rappin' 'bout a hundred bands, that shit layin' on my chest
In my pendant, you see emeralds outlinin' flower set
You see ice all in the front and it's ice all in the back
I be signing autographs when I step one foot in Saks
I got pants, shirts, and hats
The fitting room look a mess
My bitch a ten on her worst day, this ain't even her best
Don't forget to stand over him, give his ass the rest
If the feds find what I'm doin', they gon' give a nigga the chair
Niggas beefing over a thousand dollars, the price of my bitch hair
Niggas talkin', but I don't care
Don't even count it, it's all there
The way I'm shittin' on these lil' niggas, it ain't even fair
From Rock City, not State Fair
I'm not a game, but I'm a player
Let me hear you niggas diss and I'ma put you in the blender
Bring the mink out in the winter
Drop the top, it's still September
'Bout these hoes, these niggas tender
I can't even do shit with her
She better say all this shit hers if the state troopers flick us
Don't worry 'bout me talkin', I won't give they ass a hiccup
Catch you standin' on your block, blicka, blicka, blicka
Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
New anniversary make these hoes wanna fuck me
If I let her give me head, then she lucky
I told her, "Fuck a baecation, bitch, we goin' to Kentucky"
I can't the scent on these 'bows 'cause they musty
I can't let no civilian hit my cup 'cause it's muddy
I sip so much of this shit, I might turn into a zombie
Your pussy kind of mid, baby, I'm just bein' honest
My fit cost some shit, boy, I'm tired of bein' modest
My bitch got a CPL
She ain't even had to get no BBL
That nigga that you lovin' on a rat, I can see his tail
All these diamonds pokin' on my glasses, I can't read the mail
Let a whole thing go untouched, I ain't need a scale
I don't need no clientele, nigga, all I need is cut
Put my dick all in her gut
Put my thumb all in her butt
She thinks so highly 'bout her nigga, but his ass a crumb
I spend like 15K on clothes, I do this every month
I know you heard about the last opp, his ass in the blunt
Fuck if the truth hurt your feelings, baby, suck it up
She don't really want shit out of life but a tummy tuck
No, it ain't no love in these streets, so I just run it up
Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week
Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap
I'm a wolf, you a sheep
Makin' money in my sleep
I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three
I should go and get a sleeve
Plain watch fifty G's
Not no SIs, these V's
What if I go ice my teeth?
We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?
When I cook, don't use no grease
RGS, we run the streets
