plan of attack

i came for the dough

you came for the hoes

we ain't on the same thing

you got five bitches attracted to bust downs

you got smart ones noticing plain janes

she paid me for all of the game that i gave her and that's simple and plain

mama

i put you on like some pinkie rings

i put you on

carve you out a lane

an avenue to go get paid

big lights on the centerstage

got a duffle bag full paper laid across the backseat like a twelve gauge

now lay it down

lay it down whenever the g's around

i send to my pilots on the ground and then i step off into the town

checkin my traps

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

we'll put them hitters on your back

haters will never get to relax

checkin them tracks

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

nigga

we'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating

my niggas ay

my niggas stay

my brothers

never turn my back on em

king shit

yeah makaveli

show up to the show in all black on em

got a hood bitch that hit it so good

can't front had to double back on her

dope boy

real dope boy

you see every track i spit crack on it

puff that

pass that even though the doctor say it's bad for me

mama say i'm hard headed

had to take a chance for that cash money

crash dummy

not me

hit the plug

order me a three piece

smoke gas

straight gas

only strong

hercules

hercules

trap star going to get it on a mission

motherfuck waiting for it

no fronts

pay up front

cold world

man they say she praying for me

wrist game

sick mane

whip game make that bounce

i'm rich bitch

rick james

for the pain smoke me an ounce

checkin my traps

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

we'll put them hitters on your back

haters will never get to relax

checkin them tracks

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

n

we'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating

yeah

yeah

on the creep

keep quiet

real niggas move in silence

all my niggas out here wildin

we in the streets steady mobbin

super villain i'm a problem

little fuck boys don't want no problems

hatin on me cause i'm shining

chain got them water wet diamonds

couldn't get a bag with em

now i'm touching bands on my own without em

all my hoes done got finer

loud pack done got louder

bossed up like scarface

first you get the money

then the power

making racks every hour

real nigga

never been a coward

i got the juice like bishop

call my hitters up if there's an issue

ain't shit for me to push up on your set

check you with the pistol

in the kitchen with the cook up

residue on the dishes

garbage bag full of money

counting hundreds up

getting to the riches

checkin my traps

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

we'll put them hitters on your back

haters will never get to relax

checkin them tracks

collecting my racks

and planning attacks wherever you at

nigga

we'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating