Reese Jones - Plastic lyrics

[Hook: Carmine] We get it popping in this sh** All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this b**h And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this sh** I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this b**h And uh, ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's up Ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's up [Verse 1: Carmine] And it go like Andre 3 thou and the cheapest decent bottle of Andre we found 'Cause you gotta start somewhere I'm at the bottom of this sh** so I load this cd and take a sip And I got one problem, I ain't rich So I'm looking for answers, answer this How they fit them umbrellas in the doors of the Phantom b**h Ain't no telling When they make it rain and I'm out here drowning in bills like I hate my mailman So real But I'm nip-tucking this sh** when I pull the plastic out Her heels Cost about 450 and she paid 'em off with her f**ing mouth Go, put your foot in your mouth Don't cook in your house, put cooks in your house Try'na live large, like, diabetics, what your arm like Them track marks, feel the high Them kush clouds in the sky I rather get a hundred thousand whip Stumble and trip to an island, that you can't pronounce or even sound out Without some foreign lips, foreign plates Yea, you like that body, don't I got some gorgeous taste Pour it up, put a little in For Bill Withers and these middle men Ain't nothing but halfway crooks Ain't a such thing as halfway booked So show me that money [Hook: Carmine] We get it popping in this sh** All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this b**h And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this sh** I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this b**h And uh, ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's up Ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's u [Verse 2: Carmine] I said, millions of dollars, six zeros like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I know, betting with god like, "Hell if I don't" One b**h in economy, one b**h back in coach And the only problem I can think of is not filling these quotes I lost my bag and I lost my mind, on the same f**ing airline With that chain tucked in your fine but I'll wear my out like the tires On a four door whip with a choir in the back seat singing my sh** It sound good, I sound rich And I should, Ain't that a b**h Well marry that ho', bury those feelings Where that ceiling go? I better drive slow before I lose it all Make it back ten-fold, tint on the windows Looking like night in this b**h, twice in this b**h Try'na double up like Sprite in this sh** Cool enough without the ice in this sh** We gon' go, yea, she gon' come It's about to blow, she gon' need her lungs Before I'm out the door, I'ma need my funds Man, f** a deal, change the sheets and run I'ma make the most out of Late payments Spent that money on Moët and flight arrangements Two dots over the E, how much Umlaut, better bring your stock [Hook: Carmine] We get it popping in this sh** All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this b**h And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this sh** I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this b**h And uh, ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's up Ay, what's up, what's up Yea, what's up, what's u