Cousin Fik - Plush lyrics

[Intro:] What's d street definition a plush? They wanna know d definition a plush What's d defintion ma mayor? Luxurious (luxurious). Bossy (bossy) Ganged up sh** brah! (ganged up brah) That's right You feel me, you see a n***a at d dice game? Ya understand me, an he walk up outta dat mothaf**a With a duffle bag full a scrilla! He plush You see a b**h wid a big a**! n***a she plush (she plush) You see a playa in d traffic havin cash Gettin money an he's goin on here, he a plush n***a He a boss, he a fisher, he a factor [Chorus:] Ma n***as want d bread, no crust (no crust) For our whip,never catch me on a bus An I still got work, but let's keep dat on d hush Up in ma condo everything plush Ma car so plush, ma bank row plush Ma chick so plush, everything so plush Life plush (plush), ice plush (plush) Gold plush (plush), clothes plush (plush) [Verse 1:] I'm big bank Hank no little bread Ed Came up under d tutoring, of OG Ned Game sharper dan a pistol, an I thought that you knew sir I can bump a ho widout bumpin into her I got oil on ma gun, I talk slick Be talkin so fast that people be thinkin ma mouthpiece got a shift kit Highly corporated, 442 I'm a master manipulator, how bout you? Whey ma weed grinder, I got some cannabis A fat s**a kush an it's plush I a old man n***a, I recoop Sippin on perrier jouet, broot Celebratin like we won a penny me an ma team If you got it you spend it, live like a king You can find me in d traffic in a rush (in a rush) Peanut bu*ter guts in ma new school, lookin hella plush [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Wakin up d block wid ma beat knockin pictures off da wall in ma Rubicon jeep They swear dat we shootin a video down d street I don't care what they think I stick to d turf like a clique It ain't whey you from, it's how you comin what you about An how you carry yourself, status, cla**, talent, clout Whatever you need I got it, if I ain't got it then I get it Reup an recop it, flip up ma profit profit flippin West coast livin, all on a b**h you can find me at bossa nova At ruth chris Or maybe in d sky on ma way to Dubai Or at city near you you, at a concert playin live Her man is a dummy she wanna gimme his money I got ma dick in her tummy she wanna taste me I'm yummy It's a wrap like a mummy you tryna play me for fuff That's a good way to f** around, get yo head knocked off [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Thicker than b**h wid booty, legs an thighs Donkey booty like Phaedra, from Atlanta housewives Gotta shake dat won't quit, well equipped-all the supplies (How she look?) A sight for sore eyes Got that good good, no bamma (no bamma) Like Carl Carlton said bad mamajama (bad mamajama) She want a good one in her life so I enter (What you do?) Dove in it, as if I was a swimmer They call me 40 runnin thangs, I'm movin d chains Hustlin an scorin ma n***a winnin d game Yo life hella borin, ma n***a b**h you a lame b**h I'm out here tourin havin fetti an fame Get ma proppers an dallaz, packers an eagles an choppers Man me an ma peoples an partnas Make me stay strapped wid em dallaz Right now I'm on a branch, a bush Blowin on dis OG kush (OG kush) [Chorus]