you see me in ya club, I'm gettin' plenty dough! [Chorus: City Boy] I'm gettin', I'm gettin', I'm gettin' plenty dough You gettin', You gettin', you
put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on
Steak's so large, she goin to say she want to split it (split it) Passport fool, you would think I run the city (city) Put me on the stand, I'm like "
ll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more check it, if
Mmm My neck, my fingers and my wrist Don't make me empty a clip Get a bottom upset and that's it Make a toast with my dough, take a sip Plenty cross
paper to say "The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" "The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" "The band locked and don't know, dough
you heated homie Just only go harder Let 'em underestimate you like you Antonio Traver Plus the dudes that be hatin' is as old as your father You got plenty time you gone get plenty
Eleminate the player hatin when they in the spit I hear em talkin they mad and smurfin soulja boy They hatin bigger then magazine and don't even know the boy I know the boy
.." "1-2-3" "DJ" "Hi-Tek y'all" - Inspectah Deck "Collaborate, break bread with.." - Pete Rock "Homeskillet" [Homeskillet] From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop The never-endin, don't stop B-boy
homie Just only go harder Let 'em underestimate you like you Antonio Tarver Plus the dudes that be hatin is as old as your father You got plenty time you gone get plenty
And I got plenty of sky mouse The flo is goin come after the G, when I'm out And she already know what I'm bout The paper boy, it's only G's on my route
the player hatin when they in the spit I hear em talkin they mad and smurfin soulja boy They hatin bigger then magazine and don't even know the boy I know the boy
plenty fans out there though, who can't wait [Chorus: Chaundon] See my name in lights, there you are Your boy's a star, I'm on the marquee I paid my
