[Hook: Gunna Dee](x2)
I got plenty b**hes
And my b**hes know that I got plenty b**hes
I got plenty b**hes
Top floor suite are all the 20 b**hes
[Verse 1: Gunna Dee]
I bet one of them is your girl, bet I've f**ed your hot cousin
Put that glove on, treat that p**y like a hot oven
But f** loving, McLovin
To these hoes, told her talk when I'm not buzzing
I've got plenty
Top floor suite, looking penty
Talking 'bout the man, I hope you meant me
f** an escort, that p**y's rent-free
I can't tell a b**h "I ain't into you"
I'm just tryna catch her man out like an interview
Think he's big fish till I catch him
Told him "hand over the Ps or that's the end of you"
Had another b**h, she was thirsty
I met that b**h on a Thursday
Then I f**ed that b**h on a Thursday
I f**ed that b**h on the first day
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2: Suspect]
By my top, you could tell that I'm getting Lizzy
In the wooly, shotty is my n***a Skizzy
Uh, blocka blocka from the trizzy
Some rich n***as that get busy
Shout my n***as on the strizzy
Told my young'un stay clear from them piglets
Phoned me bout the shipment
With that cling, I'll make a 9 look a midget
You n***as finished
Realest and the richest
Let me cook a body [?] figures
Told her tell her friends to come get with us
Wrist looking vally
Us n***as clean, you n***as dirty
[?] in thirty
Stuffed him in the Bentley, now we in a [?]
[Hook](x2)