Plenty Sun Ice Spice

[Intro]
The beat so hard, I don't even wanna say nothin'
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
He like, "Bae, you hella fine, but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-somethin'" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough"
On my tonguey-tongue (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
He got plenty funds (Plenty funds)
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (Plenty ones)
We done hit his trap house, he got many guns (Many guns)
Brodie took a fake Perc', now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)
I ain't got no fuckin' kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (Grrah)
And I pack the whole zip, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (Bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (Like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)