Jermaine Dupri, Ma$e, Sean Cross - Platinum Plus lyrics

[Jermaine Dupri, Ma$e, Sean Cross - Platinum Plus lyrics]

Uh huh, yea yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Tell 'em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me when they wanna
Get they dough up
Call me when they wanna see shit blow up
Fresh from the floor up
And ya know what? I'm sick wit
It the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat
Screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at?
From the south side, ruff ryden on one wheel
Fuckin wit' us, is a done deal
And y'all gotta hate, huh?
'Cause it's too much weight for one
And y'all ain't havin' no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what I do
Whole street team tryin' do what I do
Like what? double countin' me out?
Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it
Need to check and reck

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us

Now, money ain't never been a thing to me
I'm down eight with the brand new Cinammon 3
OT, I got cake with a C and a D
On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V
I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi
I'm a P-IM-P, you can't tempt me (Uh)
Check the ice and the clarity
It's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie to me
Your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in
Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't
Mind her cousin
It's a cost, take the buck and all of them
Quit fuckin' uHH!

(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us

C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
We be the best harlem niggas 80's to lately
Think of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-Z
Fresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DB
And at the end of all tha
Shit niggas still say me
I'm the best that ever did it
Got a way wit it put grannie on the stand
She'll never say who did it
I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to
Make a mil on the stoop
Every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to Phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs
Role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin' crack
Bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggas who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' wit mase
Is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
My niggas chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggas in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggas that
Might erase they head
And role miserable niggas who can't
Wait to be dead
All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out
Wanna flow BEYATCH?!

(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So So Def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? You
Ain't fuckin' wit' us

Uh, yeah swizz Beatz
We them niggas in the streets all Out, JD
Who you with? Double R mothafucka, uh
Uh huh, yeah, yeah cross

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