Plenty Trouble (Ft. Gucci Mane & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Trouble]
Man, it's too much of this shit

[Chorus: Trouble]
Plenty, plenty, plenty
I got too much of this shit
Plenty, plenty, plenty
Plenty, plenty, plenty
I got too much of this shit
Plenty, plenty, plenty
Plenty, plenty, plenty

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Paper, I got plenty
Bitches I got plenty
Toll on the thot, her body science, I'ma get it
Stay in and out of my business
Don't move until I don't finish
Meaning, I'm tryna skeet-skeet-skeet all up in it
Ride out for my pimping, I slide up in my Balenci's
Yeah, all I want is to get fucked out, too many sixes
Today, I'll be rockin' more than real bitches
My speed got no limits, take a look around, you see plenty
I got plenty
Cars, whores, doors, white girls come into my shows
Body rolls till they see me
See me? Then you see plenty
No future now, we're winning, we're winning
But no more dirty Sprite for me
I pour the lean out cause I'm good with the Henny