Plans
(I love Chris Rich)
Yeah
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
I got a good plan, yeah, you tell me baby
Hurry that ass there's no time, baby
Papi Rosse is goin' to take off, baby
Hey, we go far if you want, baby
The Audemars shines on my wrist, baby
I don't use it to tell the time, baby
I just wear it to show it off, baby
Wow, it's fifteen thousand on my wrist, baby
I know you want my dick
I know you love my peak
For your stupid little nigga, baby I got a stick
Behave like a bih
Your pussy is very deep
Baby grab my pocket if you want and hold my dick, yeah
Baby Louis V something different
Get your ass on my V12
VVS on my neck, holy shit, girl
I told you it was a great plan
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
Just Bez!!
I just rest my feet in G-Class
I got fifteen grand in my bag
She came alone, she's already wet, hey hey
The ice drip is intense nonstop
I go very quick in the drop top
When I pass they only see the flash
Cooking that shit without being a chef
I made the paper fly in da club, cash
Now everythin' is NOCTA, I no longer use Supreme
Bitches all the time callin 'like Hotline Bling
On top of my 350 I spill the Lean
Hands off the hoodie, showing off the pinki ring
I carry so much fat, they call me Crisco's
In a 488 I'm shakin' 'ur hoe
Sweepin' wit a new broom, it's TEC's, Yo
The shit on my wrist is pure, bruh
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
Yeah
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
I got a good plan, yeah, you tell me baby
Hurry that ass there's no time, baby
Papi Rosse is goin' to take off, baby
Hey, we go far if you want, baby
The Audemars shines on my wrist, baby
I don't use it to tell the time, baby
I just wear it to show it off, baby
Wow, it's fifteen thousand on my wrist, baby
I know you want my dick
I know you love my peak
For your stupid little nigga, baby I got a stick
Behave like a bih
Your pussy is very deep
Baby grab my pocket if you want and hold my dick, yeah
Baby Louis V something different
Get your ass on my V12
VVS on my neck, holy shit, girl
I told you it was a great plan
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
Just Bez!!
I just rest my feet in G-Class
I got fifteen grand in my bag
She came alone, she's already wet, hey hey
The ice drip is intense nonstop
I go very quick in the drop top
When I pass they only see the flash
Cooking that shit without being a chef
I made the paper fly in da club, cash
Now everythin' is NOCTA, I no longer use Supreme
Bitches all the time callin 'like Hotline Bling
On top of my 350 I spill the Lean
Hands off the hoodie, showing off the pinki ring
I carry so much fat, they call me Crisco's
In a 488 I'm shakin' 'ur hoe
Sweepin' wit a new broom, it's TEC's, Yo
The shit on my wrist is pure, bruh
I got a fuck plan, it's a good plan
She wants to get in my lane
She knows well that, yeah, I gotta lotta, baby
That's why she left everything 'nd came
'Cause I, yeah, got a good plan
I extend her week from the coast to coast
Yeah baby, hey, let's go one mo' lap, climb the mountain, but no romance
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Writer(s): Pablo Enrique Batista Rosaenz
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