Masterplan

All my people got
So nah, a nigga can't fold
Add it all up
Tryna get right to the pesos
Fuck what a hater think
Them Niggas ain't go no say so
Told me keep on grinding
Lil bra you next to blow

I'm ready for whatever
Let get this shit on the road
You know how it go
Dope sold money fold
Never break never bend
Keep it solid that's the code
Loyalty over royalty
Hoes come with the gold

I'm just thinking of a master plan
I need them bands
Dis dat faucet water
Ravioli out the can

Main man he be rolling
He floating he popping xans
Take da wuh and leave da wuh
Nah that ain't part of the plan

Let a nigga get wrong
Lil Quan ready to spazz
Dem Quincy boys behind em
That'll jump right on yo ass

Motivated elevation
If you broke you finish last
Getting to the money
Tryna multiply the bag

Ain't beefing bout no twat
You like drama you niggas drags
Make it make sense
The only cents is the cash

She wanna trap a nigga
Sike her berry using mags
Can't try me like a sucker
Hell nah can't go out sad

Ain't letting shit go No 200
Don't even pass
I Let ya slide once
You gone keep on finding the cracks

Beat ya like some beef
Yo burger we gotta smash
110 on I-10
Chasing paper doing the dash

All my people got
So nah, a nigga can't fold
Add it all up
Tryna get right to the pesos
Fuck what a hater think
Them Niggas ain't go no say so
Told me keep on grinding
Lil bra you next to blow

I'm ready for whatever
Let get this shit on the road
You know how it go
Dope sold money fold
Never break Never bend
Keep it solid that's the code
Loyalty over royalty
Hoes come with the gold

All my niggas mud babies
Never had green grass
Suited and booted
Hit the club all black

That's hella G code
Same color as the strap
Ain't gotta touch ya gotta shooter
That'll knock ya off the map

With some real big shit
Make ya straighten up ya back
At a attention bout face
Point a nigga to them racks

All I want is dead faces
Gotta keep a pair of slacks
Me and my kin Coming up
We Tryna win

5 P's of life
Lord forgive me for my sins
Doing wrong to get right
Wanna pull up in that Benz

If ain't bout cash ion hear it
Don't take offense
They say time is money
Aw look ain't that some shit

I ain't grinding for the gram
Nigga wanna be rich
Heard you the runner
Talking like you got them licks

Told you bring 9
You only had 6
Came up short
Bad business
Jit clear it

All my people got
So nah, a nigga can't fold
Add it all up
Tryna get right to the pesos
Fuck what a hater think
Them Niggas ain't go no say so
Told me keep on grinding
Lil bra you next to blow

I'm ready for whatever
Let get this shit on the road
You know how it go
Dope sold money fold
Never break Never bend
Keep it solid that's the code
Loyalty over royalty
Hoes come with the gold

Money the muhfucking motive man
Yeen tryna get a bag
Yeen tryna elevate go up
Don't hit my phone
And I'm dead ahh serious
Ain't got time for allat play play
On some big boy shit right now
Ya smell me
Hundo



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Writer(s): K T
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