[Hook: Gunna Dee](x2)
I got plenty bitches
And my bitches know that I got plenty bitches
I got plenty bitches
Top floor suite are all the 20 bitches

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee]
I bet one of them is your girl, bet I've fucked your hot cousin
Put that glove on, treat that pussy like a hot oven
But fuck 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
Fuck an escort, that pussy's rent-free
I can't tell a bitch "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 bitch, she was thirsty
I met that bitch on a Thursday
Then I fucked that bitch on a Thursday
I fucked that bitch 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 nigga Skizzy
Uh, blocka blocka from the trizzy
Some rich niggas that get busy
Shout my niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas clean, you niggas dirty
[?] in thirty
Stuffed him in the Bentley, now we in a [?]

[Hook](x2)