Ruth Chris - Plies

Yah let me get, uhh, that stuffed chicken, bih

Let me get, uhh, them loaded, uhh, garlic mashed potato too, bih, extra butter,

bih

I just had a dime all in Ruth Chris

Feelin' on her ass all in Ruth Chris

Playin' in hair all in Ruth Chris

Might just gon' and fuck her right in Ruth Chris

I just had a dime all in Ruth Chris

Feelin' on her ass all in Ruth Chris

Playin' in hair all in Ruth Chris

Might just gon' and fuck her right in Ruth Chris

I just fucked a model bitch, right in her Giuseppe

Still got that loud pack on me, you can smell it

Used to make a killin' now I’m trappin' out the telly

She asked me how I want the pussy, I told her on her belly

I just read a text message, she ask me can she suck it

Please tell your shooters before you send 'em bitch, I’m buckin'

You can catch me sliding through The Lou just like a Nelly

The thirty and this Glock got me feelin' like Makaveli

Got me on my Memphis shit, naw bitch I’m heavy

Had to stop fucking with that little bitch she was petty

All this god damn money, just like perfect credit

Tell’em if step wrong I’m gon' knock out his Bugatti