Plz Songtext
von Rizzo

Don′t say nothing to me
These women be touching on me
Do not be touching on me
They fallen in love with a G
Plz, plz
They pulling all on my sleeves, my sleeves
It's looking like money to me

Run it up, drum it up
Ain′t a n- who can run with us, I'm pulling up
They got a n- like, "Plz, plz" (uh)
They tryna get me like, "Plz, plz" (uh, uh, uh)
We pulling up with the keys

Me and my partners be suited
I got the plan, execute it
My brother falsely prosecuted
My heart ain't in it, substitute it


I know you want it, I know you waiting
I know some people who procrastinating
I should kill the cadence, they just impersonating
I be on it, mayne
I ascertain knowledge is everything
Boy, it′s preordained, higher than Novocain

Homie, I′m everything, I don't need a chain
Sorry to break it to you, I′m just the one who be running thangs
I was the one who was giving game
I was the one who switched everythang

And put the city on a break (break)
And made 'em make a couple trades (trade)
Made ′em skip through a phase (phase)
And put 'em back upon the blades (blade)

I know the money right
And y′all n- tripping like the money is never tight
I put that on everything
I digitize it, n- that's gigabytes
I'm sipping on herbal life, while living an urban life
While yo′ chick rollin herb for life
Burn the burner twice, put that h- in the dirt tonight
Live it up tonight


They ride for me in the state (state)
They hope I′m going at a pace (pace)
They hoping that your boy wait (wait)
But y'all niggas so fake (fake)

Don′t say nothing to me
These women be touching on me
Do not be touching on me
They fallen in love with a G
Plz, plz
They pulling all on my sleeves, my sleeves
It's looking like money to me

Run it up, drum it up
Ain′t a n- who can run with us, I'm pulling up
They got a n- like, "Plz, plz"
They tryna get me like, "Plz, plz"
We pulling up with the keys

Walking up, the floor touch my knees
Start my morning with a couple trees
Please, keep me sucker-free
G′s all in my company, G's all in my dungarees
Luxury in my custody
Ain't no touching me, sharp as cutlery, hustle you before you hustle me

Please, please, let me run it up
Chief, chief of the hundred club
I′m the one, not the runner-up
You′ll run 'em up, tryna run with us
Not a fumbler or a mumbler
Life′ll build you up and crumble ya
South Side made a rumbler
God knows how to humble ya

F- a double cup, fill the duffle up
I'm just tryna make it double up
Walmart of the underground
I′m the king of the under cut
Give a sucker hell and some uppercuts
Love a southern bell, bubble butts
I don't even know what else to tell you
I ain′t never gave a mother- ho

Don't say nothing to me (yeah)
These women be touching on me
Do not be touching on me
They fallen in love with a G
Plz, plz
They pulling all on my sleeves, my sleeves
It's looking like money to me

Run it up, drum it up
Ain′t a n- who can run with us, I′m pulling up
They got a nigga like, "Plz, plz"
They tryna get me like, "Plz, plz"
We pulling up with the keys