Thank tha Plug
Young Dolph, Migos
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road
(Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug
(Plug) rollie wrapped around my wrist
I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap
I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion
Gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug (Quavo)
The first thing the plug told me
You handlin' your business you
Living like Kobe
I know that you got some young soldiers
You gotta how to control 'em
I roll up the blunt and sit back and told 'em
I'ma young nigga got white in
The hood like I'm Odom
The plug sit back and he laugh
You need 50 pounds of good gas
Act like a nigga can't do nothing wit 'it
I pulled out another
'bout a whole 'nother 50
And I touch down on the North
Fuck up the city Migos and Young Dolph
I got the buns, no Tony Hawk
I'm thanking the plug for
Them new Giuseppe walkers
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road
(Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug
(Plug) rollie wrapped around my wrist
I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap
I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion
Gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug
Got a 100 on the road, 50 in the air
50 in the clip, quarter milli' trip half OG
Half cookies I don't fuck with pussies
Migos, Young Dolph that's a lot of loots
Raw sushi, drop a 40 pack off in the hood
Watch that bitch go stupid
Fuck you totin' a pistol for
Nigga if you ain't gon' shoot
Jump off the plane greet my
Plug with a high five
Young nigga dopeboy (Mobtown)
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road
(Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug
(Plug) rollie wrapped around my wrist
I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap
I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion
Gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug
Made a hundred mill' deal M, in the bando
Gotta thank the plug two cup full of mud
Muddy trouble while we pourin' up
U Haul full of bricks
Plus a motherfucking truck load
The truck backing up in reverse mode
This bitch said Takeoff why the mud
What you mean bitch I'm on drugs
Chopping with accuracy
Breaking them bricks and I'm bagging it
All of these pints look like
I'm sponsored by Actavis
Empty any clips for my enemies
Ashin' on my Christian Louboutins
Two Bentley's pull up me and
Dolph in South Memphis
We trappin' in vintage Givenchy
Got a hundred pounds moving on the road
(Gas, gas)
Which way they gon' go? (Which way?)
I can tell nobody 'bout the plug (No way, no)
I can't let 'em find out 'bout the plug
(Plug) rollie wrapped around my wrist
I gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Made a million in the trap
I gotta thank the plug (Thank you)
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion
Gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug
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