it was just me and my man tryna come up with a plan
let the shit dry with the fan
it was just me and my man prayin' that we get a chance
wrap that shit up with saran
keep a few hundreds in hand
we wasn't takin' no shorts
i'm not tryna make it to court
don't ask what we pay in new york
we chargin' whatever we can
the projects done damaged us
give us a card and we scammin' it
i got his back and he got mine
we wouldn't stop at a stop sign
he touchin' stones like he rock climbin'
just me and my man was tryna come up in world that love when you down
he know i'ma answer the phone any time that he dial
he know if i'm not in the mood today
you and your mother gon' move away
ain't got shit to do today
we used to wear the same clothes
we even fucked the same hoes
we had came up on some paper
so i took a trip to jamaica
now we coppin' prada together
we used to be robbin' together
we used to split up them packs
it was just me and my man
i told him that we could get rich
we just gotta stick to the plan
she fell in love with the dick
she'll even smuggle a brick
chanel and fendi her fits
so bad she could win an award
we take a trip when we bored
cop everything in the store
she hold my gun in her purse
me and her been through the worst
i told her how to get hundreds in
i even told her my government
i told her the right way to suck a dick
told her stay away from sucker shit
just me and bitch in the drop
she listen to biggie and pac
she knows i got hoes on my top
she can't wait for my shit to drop
i wake up all in her mouth
got ass like she from the south
i hit it all on the couch
don't know what she talkin' about
to be with a nigga that's real
we don't be poppin' no pills
christian or prada her heels
she call me when i'm in the field