[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)