The Plug - Fashion lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Allstar & M24] Uh It's The Plug (Get back) Ayy Uh Carry on chattin', tell the boys, "Carry on chattin'" I jeeted my mans missus, but we still act like nuttin' ain't happen Do a man live, come back to the ends then act like nuttin' ain't happen We got the whole thing patterned I don't even know how this whole thing happened (Lekaa Beats) [Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign] Gettin' cash in' (Woah, ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey) I still run man down on my jones And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow) Never lackin' (Never) The GBG's too active, active (Baow) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fu*k-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy) Gettin' cash in' (Ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy) I still run man down on my jones And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes) Never lackin' (Never, nah) The GBG's too active, active (Active) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fu*k-off ratchets (Uh) [Verse 1: M24] My yardie one's got the maddest back But it looks even better when she makes that clap I remember pushbike days (Yes) Really tryna out with that pack (I was) Now I got a buss down chain (Yes) Diamonds don't need no flash (Bling) We got Rollies, they got Cartis Might as well throw that sh*t in the trash (Bin that) Do it on my J's like Hus, Hus Pull up over there, they dust (They dust) Sweet one want a piece of me, of course She sayin' that I make her blush (Uh) I can't run out of options (Nope, nope) Gettin' rich is a must, trust Do it, don't 'cause no fuss, bust Now they all think I'm boss [Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign] Gettin' cash in' (Woah, ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip) I still run man down on my jones (Hey, hey) And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow) Never lackin' (Never) The GBGs too active, active (Baow) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fu*k-off ratchets (Ayy, ayy) Gettin' cash in' (Ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, hey) I still run man down on my jones And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes) Never lackin' (Never, nah) The GBGs too active, active (Active) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fu*k-off ratchets (Baow) [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign] Look, baskets (Baskets) Shoot good, you get drafted (Grrt, baow) Uh, what's crackin'? (What's crackin'?) I'm with whatever you jackin' (I am, baow, baow) I need forty for the backend You don't want me to have it? Give this sh*t back then (Nah) Big drip, when I hit 'em, splashin' (When I hit 'em, splashin') All black when I'm backin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Floor it (Skrrt), good car (Good car) Foreign, huh (Ayy) I'm in the air, soarin', huh (I am) Somebody put me in orbit, look (Ayy, ayy) I ain't with none of the fraud sh*t, huh (Nah) I play the game and I never forfeit They was lookin' for a bluff (They was) But they couldn't call it, they couldn't call it (Look), uh It's me (Me), Fivi (Fivi) Too hot (Too hot), Takis (Takis) They can't (They can't), find me (Find me) But I'm prolly with all of them thotties (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy (Ayy), they try to tell 'em to rob me (They try to tell 'em to rob me), uh Yeah, yeah, if I call the killers, they comin' for bodies (Lil' b*tch) I give 'em hope (I give 'em hope), huh, look I'm on my way to the vault, huh (Yeah) I'ma need forty a show, huh (Yeah, yeah) All these diamonds on my throat, uh (Yeah, ayy) Let that sh*t soak, huh (Let that sh*t soak) Let that sh*t soak, look, baow I keep a shooter on go (Baow) We see a opp, we ain't tell 'em to throw (Baow) [Chorus: M24 & Fivio Foreign] Gettin' cash in' (Woah, ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy, drip) I still run man down on my jones And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow) Never lackin' (Never) The GBGs too active, active (Baow) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip with some fu*k-off ratchets Gettin' cash in' (Ayy) Into fashion (Ayy, ayy) I still run man down on my jones And do it with a passion (Grrt, baow, yes, yes) Never lackin' (Never, nah) The GBGs too active, active (Active) 'Bout five of us in a three-door whip (Ayy, ayy) with some fu*k-off ratchets (Lekaa Beats)