The Plan

Whats the plan?
Whats the plan?
I don't even think yall niggas really understand
Chasing all these checks Monday through Sunday
But don't get it twisted boy
I ain't never ran

This ain't no track meet
But I'm getting all of these bands
You want to check me
You can catch all of these hands
Pattycake boy
I don't play games
But ill break you so you can understand

Hellboy King of the Fire
You want to whine
Boy here the pacifier
Tay K with the Race
Pass right by ya
Hear all these bars
Shit could light a lighta

(Damn)
Spark that shit
Pass it
Hit it
Help me get higher than the mountains
Sippin
Water from the fountain of youth
You just mad
Thought that shit would be you

Get used to the bottom
Call me Tyson
I ain't chicken
More like the champ in his youth
I ain't scared
Bite an ear
You can be a victim too
Goes for you and your crew

So tell me
Whats the plan?
Whats the plan?
I don't even think yall niggas really understand
Chasin all these checks Monday through Sunday
But don't get it twisted boy
I ain't never ran

So
Whats the plan?
Whats the plan?
I don't think yall boys fully comprehend
I'm here till the end
Till I get the crown
Till I walk away with the damn win

I don't care who I gotta pass, slay, or even sin
You look like Tyson
Call it chicken din
I'm a savage
Don't pass me a napkin
I got manners
But I eat it with my hands

Whats the plan
Whats the plan
I don't even think yall niggas even understand
Chasin all these checks Monday through Sunday
But don't get it twisted boy
I ain't never ran

(Whats the plan)
(Whats the plan)
(I don't even think yall niggas really understand)
(Chasing all these checks Monday through Sunday)
(But don't get it twisted boy)
(I ain't never ran)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Million, Million$
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