Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back I had to stand on block
Cigar tube full of rocks
Head spinning for the cops
Now I swang the block in big blocks
Pockets full of big knots
You wasting and I'm not
You rather settle I'm not
Thought I would quit but I'm not
Hustle harder headed str8 to the top
You can hate I won't stop
All I serve is str8 drop
Remember I had dem molly pops
Pouring up lean non-stop
Couple beans I might pop
Brand new fit when I bop
Don't won't to f*ck I want top
If u don't swallow don't spill no drop
Bitch you know it don't stop
Some niggas chase dreams
Some niggaz chase pussy
I'm chasing bread
And I'm far from a rookie
I can show you how to whip up a cookie
Or move dem plates of the animal cookie
Phone ring so much you would think I'm a bookie
Getting money only time I play hookie
Aint wasting time tryna find no nookie
Want the paper like a junkie want a loosie
Never settle fill the safe full of lucci
Get the fam out the hood
Everything will be good
Send the kids all to college
So they can get dem some knowledge
Everything will be Gucci
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back when I was riding in impala
Remember back when I was riding in da Yac
Remember back when I was riding with P
Fo twelve beating down in the back
Remember the times I was riding the Saab
Remember the times I aint have no job
Remember the times I was out selling dope
Out late night tryna rob
Remember the times my money was low
Remember the times I was kicking doors
Remember the times I was off the kitchen
Tryna get it tryna whip it
Remember back I was selling gas
Had to get it fast
Switched it up had get da dope
Had to get secure the bag
Niggas hating why the f*ck you mad
I hustle hard that's why I get it fast
Head first running to the bag
I heard you broke boi you looking sad
No time to wait boi I move the sack
Twice a day yea I call him back
Love the way that I move the sack
What I spend yea he double that
Hesitation cause fear nigga
Do this shit all year nigga
Won't let you interfere nigga
Im on another tier nigga
Chasing cars off the block
Now it come off the block
Niggas hate we on top
Niggas hate we on top
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
StonerMan JB - Plenty Nights Lyrics
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Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back I had to stand on block
Cigar tube full of rocks
Head spinning for the cops
Now I swang the block in big blocks
Pockets full of big knots
You wasting and I'm not
You rather settle I'm not
Thought I would quit but I'm not
Hustle harder headed str8 to the top
You can hate I won't stop
All I serve is str8 drop
Remember I had dem molly pops
Pouring up lean non-stop
Couple beans I might pop
Brand new fit when I bop
Don't won't to f*ck I want top
If u don't swallow don't spill no drop
Bitch you know it don't stop
Some niggas chase dreams
Some niggaz chase pussy
I'm chasing bread
And I'm far from a rookie
I can show you how to whip up a cookie
Or move dem plates of the animal cookie
Phone ring so much you would think I'm a bookie
Getting money only time I play hookie
Aint wasting time tryna find no nookie
Want the paper like a junkie want a loosie
Never settle fill the safe full of lucci
Get the fam out the hood
Everything will be good
Send the kids all to college
So they can get dem some knowledge
Everything will be Gucci
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back when I was riding in impala
Remember back when I was riding in da Yac
Remember back when I was riding with P
Fo twelve beating down in the back
Remember the times I was riding the Saab
Remember the times I aint have no job
Remember the times I was out selling dope
Out late night tryna rob
Remember the times my money was low
Remember the times I was kicking doors
Remember the times I was off the kitchen
Tryna get it tryna whip it
Remember back I was selling gas
Had to get it fast
Switched it up had get da dope
Had to get secure the bag
Niggas hating why the f*ck you mad
I hustle hard that's why I get it fast
Head first running to the bag
I heard you broke boi you looking sad
No time to wait boi I move the sack
Twice a day yea I call him back
Love the way that I move the sack
What I spend yea he double that
Hesitation cause fear nigga
Do this shit all year nigga
Won't let you interfere nigga
Im on another tier nigga
Chasing cars off the block
Now it come off the block
Niggas hate we on top
Niggas hate we on top
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back I had to stand on block
Cigar tube full of rocks
Head spinning for the cops
Now I swang the block in big blocks
Pockets full of big knots
You wasting and I'm not
You rather settle I'm not
Thought I would quit but I'm not
Hustle harder headed str8 to the top
You can hate I won't stop
All I serve is str8 drop
Remember I had dem molly pops
Pouring up lean non-stop
Couple beans I might pop
Brand new fit when I bop
Don't won't to f*ck I want top
If u don't swallow don't spill no drop
Bitch you know it don't stop
Some niggas chase dreams
Some niggaz chase pussy
I'm chasing bread
And I'm far from a rookie
I can show you how to whip up a cookie
Or move dem plates of the animal cookie
Phone ring so much you would think I'm a bookie
Getting money only time I play hookie
Aint wasting time tryna find no nookie
Want the paper like a junkie want a loosie
Never settle fill the safe full of lucci
Get the fam out the hood
Everything will be good
Send the kids all to college
So they can get dem some knowledge
Everything will be Gucci
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Remember back when I was riding in impala
Remember back when I was riding in da Yac
Remember back when I was riding with P
Fo twelve beating down in the back
Remember the times I was riding the Saab
Remember the times I aint have no job
Remember the times I was out selling dope
Out late night tryna rob
Remember the times my money was low
Remember the times I was kicking doors
Remember the times I was off the kitchen
Tryna get it tryna whip it
Remember back I was selling gas
Had to get it fast
Switched it up had get da dope
Had to get secure the bag
Niggas hating why the f*ck you mad
I hustle hard that's why I get it fast
Head first running to the bag
I heard you broke boi you looking sad
No time to wait boi I move the sack
Twice a day yea I call him back
Love the way that I move the sack
What I spend yea he double that
Hesitation cause fear nigga
Do this shit all year nigga
Won't let you interfere nigga
Im on another tier nigga
Chasing cars off the block
Now it come off the block
Niggas hate we on top
Niggas hate we on top
Plenty Hours I done spunt in the kitchen
Plenty Nights I was off in den Trenches
Dont f*ck wit too many cuz niggas be snitching
F*ck wit a few cuz dese niggas be switching
My mind on my money
No time for no bitches
Im on my grind
Gotta stack up my riches
Hustle official Im one of the sickest
Hustle official lm one of the sickest
Writer: Justin Bryant
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