Lyrics Plastic - Scoota TM

Thumb thru the cash I'm handling the business
I'm working it out w weight like I'm in fitness
I beat that pack like can I get a witness
I dumb down that price and fucked up their division
Smoking on sour a nigga invented
I want all the money no not a percentage
I'm Walking with money like I'm pay rent
I got it from moving bags that's really scented
Cash in my vision
Gotta go and get it
Different styles for the fashion
Super fitted
We can't go back
I swear we gon prevent it
Jugg in round in this Jeep
It's super tinted
Pattern it's looking aesthetically printed
Follow the pattern give your ass a mission
Make sure you follow these rules to precision
Or I'm gon stop your flow like water Billings
Get to the money fuck about a feeling
These bitches do anything to get a thrill in
Model lil bitch she like to get a pill in
I fucked her for real she thought she wouldn't feel it
Banging bags out bags of pressure in the building
That knock on the door make me just get a chilling
I get the bag I go fishing and reel in
My brova once said I work like I got children
Real I can't mix w no fake I'll be itching
I surround myself w who thinking a million
Used to be around them places w villains
Them hallways would smell like who making them chitlings
ScootaTM in her face and she feel it
I choose to wake up and make plays my decisions
Popping out with the pack in your city
Hopping w that drug and deal it
Slam out that loft we gon go Bradley Beal it
With like 5 ounces and bad little bitches
Having my way and having it w me
Sand which bag of that plastic w me
Just a while it was tragic w me
Till got me some cabbage
I don't want hoes w baggage w me
It's like I made some magic w me
I put Down some the habits in me
Niggas act like what happened t me
At first niggas ain't ask about me
Now them ppl be Askin f me
You turned your head when it got drastic for me
Back when I had scales and that plastic on me