35 Best Lyrics From Fat Joe and Remy Ma’s ‘Plata O Plomo’ Album

"I mean I gotta be the greatest shot the G-O-D/You can't believe how many fiends my eyes seen OD/My West coast shorty throw DUB with four fingers/Ma you a pleasant surprise like Paul Zingers/Been just wave one button like a vato/My niggas used to run through the tunnel like El Chapo" - Fat Joe

“Before the red carpets I was into narcotics/Beat bad bitches rats and all charges” – Fat Joe

“My West coast shorty throw DUB with four fingers/Ma you a pleasant surprise like Paul Zingers/Been just wave one button like a vato/My niggas used to run through the tunnel like El Chapo” – Fat Joe

“They said for me to blow that I had to air you/Could of ended your career but I spared you/Seen you a frenemy I had a clear view/Now they behind me them hoes in my rear-view” – Remy Ma

"I bring so much heat to the block, they call me Whiteside/They drivin' D's up the wall, Dark Knights ride/Heron Joe, could you compare? Um, no?/Roll my green in that red leaf, Tor-on-to" - Fat Joe

"And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin' or mentioned my name, ho/Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo/You can get this work for free, it's pro bono/I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro" - Remy Ma

“Yeah, you had a nice run but now the question is/Y’all finished or y’all done?/And ya been sayin’ somethin’, said somethin’/or mentioned my name, ho/Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo” – Remy Ma

“Put that bread on your head/They be moppin’ the street/Horse head on your bed/This is mafia beef/Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack/And tell ’em bring FJ560 back” – Fat Joe

"But I know Pun love it/Just caught a lick last weekend/I know he was above it, blessing from the sky/And the nigga just recovered, long nights at LIV/Grubman in my ears as we floating through the kitchen" - Fat Joe

"I keep my gat, my strap, my gun, my heat/I love my raps, my Pap, my son, my weed/Y'all hoes below, behind, under, beneath/Not near, not none, not one could fuck with me" - Remy Ma

"This ain't the shit you been used to, your shit is not accepted/I don't condone what you doing and nor do I respect it/I'm here at Vito's with noodles, she slurping my spaghetti/After we fuck, tell her write her name down, I might forget it" - Kent Jones

"For my niggas with Bentley coupes and Rolexes/Kicked the bitch out the room and gave her no breakfast/Had to stash the jewels, these bitches so reckless/Keep my hoes on cruise, I'm talkin' naughty nothings" - Fat Joe

"Just left the big house to a bigger house/Ain't have a girlfriend, but the bitch is out/Chanel croc bag, shit ain't even out/With the gold chains, Himalayan, Birkin cocaine/Lit it up, Pac shit, I hit 'em up/I'm talkin' color money, purple yen and blue dirham" - Remy Ma

"Fuck how you feel/The Wraith be smoke grey/I got five forty-inch bundles Dubai straight/It's down to the floor, bitch/I can remember me sittin' up in my cell/I was sneakin' makin' calls on my cell/Talkin' 'bout the records I was gon' sell" - Remy Ma

"I bought my first MAC-11 in a church basement/And that's facts/If Bob shot the sheriff, then I shot Satan and sent him right back/Man I'm all up in the club, swear I'm in the zone/I'm like, 'Nigga where the drugs at, we'll run up in your home'" - Fat Joe

“I bought my first MAC-11 in a church basement/And that’s facts/If Bob shot the sheriff then I shot Satan/And sent him right back” – Fat Joe

"I can remember me sittin’ up in my cell/I was sneakin’ makin’ calls on my cell/Talkin’ ’bout the records I was gon’ sell” – Remy Ma

"I got a crib in Manhattan/I run the island, Richard Branson/I be in and out the city like a New York draft pick/They cut the check, I check it out and then I cash it" - Remy Ma

"Got my first Cuban when a nigga 14/Back when King Kato had them things for 14/Hot as Chiraq, when Obama was a student/In and out Caprini Greens, yeah we had them things moving/Went from the projects to copping a big home/Now I got my own elevator to piss on" - Fat Joe

"If we open in the desert, bet the fiends will find us/Steal from us, leave your arm in a meat grinder/Spaghetti Bolognese, that's Amanarandos/Moving bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano/Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed/Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh" - Fat Joe

"Pink diamonds is dancin' like they walkin' for cancer/Weekends in the Hamptons, wakin' up to get pampered/Hoppin' off the phone, touch of the gold clutch, you so up/And niggas mad you chose up" - Fat Joe

"Now see my boots is a liar but my nigga the truth/I'm blastin' fire and desire when I'm whippin' that coupe/Dead in the middle of the winter, shit be missin' the roof/He started kissin' on my friend, I started kissin' her too, oops" - Remy Ma

“Alexandre Vauthier type shit I purchase/Giambattista Valli, bitch, Google search it/Let’s see my boots is a liar but my nigga the truth/I’m blastin’ fire and desire when I’m whippin’ that coupe” - Remy Ma

"Summer's gone and we still doin' Lebron numbers/Make Rihanna want the Don on her/Bag alert, Goyard on the duffel/So much beige up on the plate niggas swear I'm shavin' truffle, han/El Chapo notice me/He said work forever, my lady got bricks of Jodeci" - Fat Joe

"Rem on the mission, I'm in the kitchen with Joe and/I just chiefed up a yacht, I'm tryna whip me a Boeing/Mami you're like average, I'm in the white palace/I'm out in Dubai, everybody lookin' like Khaled" - Remy Ma

“Mami you’re like average, I’m in the white palace/I’m out in Dubai, everybody lookin’ like Khaled/The match chinchilla, my pets been killa/I’m cookin’ like it’s the last Thursday in November” - Remy Ma

“Summer’s gone and we still doin’ Lebron numbers/Make Rihanna want the Don on her/Bag alert, Goyard on the duffel/So much beige up on the plate niggas swear I’m shavin’ truffle” - Fat Joe

"10 bands for the prettiest bitch/No hands if you really the shit/My nigga Pretty Lou, drop the music, he got something to say/Got her staring at the pole like election day/I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision/We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing" - Fat Joe

“Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue/I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun/So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum/
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from.” - Remy Ma

"Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them/Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun/Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti/On my '93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party/Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly/Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?"- Remy Ma

“Fuck a glass slipper, I ain’t making sure no shoe fit/You be Cinderella, I’m Snow White, move bricks
/8-balls remind me the dick longer than pool sticks
Thicker than a Snicker, now eat the pussy with Cool Whip” - Remy Ma

"I really live what's in my music, true shit/I'm number one, you number two, bitch, stupid/I make 'em come and leave with new shit, exclusive/Throw up my feet because my shoes too sick, I dos this." - Remy Ma

"I kick back, put the key in ignition/'Cause niggas wasn't seeing my vision/Got a whole trunk full of white, on my feet is the Pippens/And the loud, make it easy to listen" - Fat Joe

"When I copped the pink Benz/I swear they started to hate/At 21 some bum nigga cut me right in my face/They brought that up when I caught my case" - Remy Ma

“What you expect when your idol is Pablo?/I’m Paid in Full as we speakin’/Not Rich Porter, just one rich Puerto Rican” – Fat Joe