Rock (RnB Remix) Plies (Ft. Jacquees, Jeremih & Tank)

[Intro: Plies & Jacquees]
This the remix!
Yeah, you know how to do this shit for my nigga, Plies (30, you a fool for this one)
Ayy, Quees
It's the one and only Jacquees
Ayy, Tank!
Cash Money, Rich Gang, FYB
You dig what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
We've been down 'fore me, before I had my fans (Ayy)
And before I had a deal (Yeah), we spend that check like in advance (Yeah)
Kinda feel like the Vance (What?)
Tore this thing like it was a van (Yeah)
She realer than all of her friends
She throw with her nigga and fight 'til the end
We got the win
Now her Rollie won't tick, Rollie won't tock (What?)
Her nigga got paper, she don't wanna talk (What?)
These niggas mad, they wanna stalk (What?)
My niggas gangstas, they do not talk (What?)
They used to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Ayy, fuck what you thought, thought, thought, thought, thought, thought, thought
Shawty my rock, roll down the spot
Missin' the pot, she ain't a thot
They say like waterfalls, she scared of none of y'all
If I got beef, I could give her the Glock
I know she gon' pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Been down since the block, block, block, block, block, block, block