Plenty Sun Lyrics – Ice Spice

Read the full Plenty Sun lyrics by Ice Spice along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Spice’s music, you can also explore Did It First and TTYL, two other songs by Ice Spice.

[Intro]
The beat so hard, I don’t even want to say nothing
(Stop playing with ’em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
He like, “Bae, you hella fine but you hella young”
I’m like, “Baby, don’t you worry, I’m like twenty something” (Grrah)
He like, “Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough”
On my toungey-tounge (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
He got plenty funds (Plenty funds)
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (Plenty ones)
We done hit his trap house, he got many guns (Many guns)
Birdy took a fake perc now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)
I ain’t got no fu*king kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)
And you chilling with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)
And you chilling with a star, like it’s plenty sun (Grrah)
And I pack the whole zip, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain’t got time for them b!tches, yeah, them b!tches bums (B!tches bums)
I ain’t got a lot of friends, I’m meticulous (Like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)

[Chorus]
He like, “Bae, you hella fine but you hella young”
I’m like, “Baby, don’t you worry, I’m like twenty something” (Grrah)
He like, “Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough”
On my tummy-tun (Grrah), he put his tummy dong (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
He know I’m too fine to be single, ‘course I got a man (‘Course I got a man)
But you cute, I’ll fu*k with you, I’ll cancel all my plans (All my plans)

Put that s*it on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How your b!tch is mad at me? I thought she ain’t need a man (Need a man)
So what you tryna do? (Grrah)
Get me food or some bags and designer shoes? (Grrah)
You ain’t cracking ’til you sign this, I got s*it to lose (S*it to lose)
And you munching first, n!gga, I don’t make the rules (Huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of s*it, n!gga, this ain’t class (Huh, this ain’t class)
You just gotta know I’m bad with a lot of ass (Lot of ass)
You just gotta know I’m paid with a lot of plaques (Lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I’m never last (Never last)

[Chorus]
He like, “Bae, you hella fine but you hella young”
I’m like, “Baby, don’t you worry, I’m like twenty something” (Grrah)
He like, “Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough”
On my toungey-tounge (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)

[Outro]
And you chilling with a star, like it’s plenty sun