planned out

i ain't got nothin' for a nigga

lame ass nigga

you goin' out sad and all that

they call me handsome triple that

this shit just ain't pan out how we planned out

thought you was the plug and then you ran out

i can't lift a finger

ain't no handouts

matter fact

bitch get down and lay down

this shit just ain't pan out how we planned out

thought you was the plug and then you ran out

i can't lift a finger

ain't no handouts

matter fact

bitch get down and lay down

really had that package out in traffic

bitch what happened?

ridin' 'round with pistols made of plastics

choppers with attachments

you ain't a hustler you a has-been

what happened?

all you niggas started rappin' and trappin'

most these niggas out here cappin'

it's nothin'

why you talkin' to that cop

that ain't the judge

quit yappin'

ooh

tellin' on yourself 'fore you got to jail

ooh

tellin' on your dog when you make bail

i don't understand what you been through

most my niggas 'round me for real

i'm a real thoroughbred

cock my gun each time i'm gettin' head

'cause i can't trust that bitch or that lil lame she with

but i'm still finna get some head

ooh

i'm a nigga from the projects

i ain't never really gave a fuck about a bitch

ayy

i'm just gettin' rich

you can suck a dick

i'm the hottest out

bitch you know who you fuckin' with

this shit just ain't pan out how we planned out

thought you was the plug and then you ran out

i can't lift a finger

ain't no handouts

matter fact

bitch get down and lay down

this shit just ain't pan out how we planned out

thought you was the plug and then you ran out

i can't lift a finger

ain't no handouts

matter fact

bitch get down and lay down

ayy