Pocket Plans
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
I got plans
Pocket plans and plans on demand
It's Evident that I'm aiming for bands
She better than, than her other friends
Yeah she melanin with a pretty nice ass
She never been with a nigga so fresh
Another thing, she gon let me just smash
And never look back, if that coochie winning
I'm comin right back
I'm comin right back and I dunk in that ocean
She throw that ass back damn I love it in motion
My mind in a trance like I drank me a potion
I know that y'all hate on the path that I chosen
I ain't what you think but my skill is amazing
No time to kick it, I rep my shit daily
Always been humble ain't nothin could phase me
Givin it time and your favorites gon praise me
Crazy, crazy, crazy
It's truly amazing
Damn, ay
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
This shit ain't a fantasy
I cut that bitch off now she mad at me
Now fuck off respectfully
I'm tryna get closer to destiny
I'm tryna be better than average
Tryna put my name on top of the planet
Tryna get higher than a fuckin addict
Tried to get off em but these bitches nasty
Now nothin could pass me
Gimme your ass please
Swear with that ass girl you look like Kardashian
Look at the masses, driven by passion
I swear these niggas they really be testing
You ain't a real one, get outta my section
You tryna be one, yeah that lil boy restless
You get no mention
You ain't impressing
Yes I am destined, I need no yes men
Yessin yessin, yessin
It's truly amazing
Damn, ay
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
I got plans
Pocket plans and plans on demand
It's Evident that I'm aiming for bands
She better than, than her other friends
Yeah she melanin with a pretty nice ass
She never been with a nigga so fresh
Another thing, she gon let me just smash
And never look back, if that coochie winning
I'm comin right back
I'm comin right back and I dunk in that ocean
She throw that ass back damn I love it in motion
My mind in a trance like I drank me a potion
I know that y'all hate on the path that I chosen
I ain't what you think but my skill is amazing
No time to kick it, I rep my shit daily
Always been humble ain't nothin could phase me
Givin it time and your favorites gon praise me
Crazy, crazy, crazy
It's truly amazing
Damn, ay
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
This shit ain't a fantasy
I cut that bitch off now she mad at me
Now fuck off respectfully
I'm tryna get closer to destiny
I'm tryna be better than average
Tryna put my name on top of the planet
Tryna get higher than a fuckin addict
Tried to get off em but these bitches nasty
Now nothin could pass me
Gimme your ass please
Swear with that ass girl you look like Kardashian
Look at the masses, driven by passion
I swear these niggas they really be testing
You ain't a real one, get outta my section
You tryna be one, yeah that lil boy restless
You get no mention
You ain't impressing
Yes I am destined, I need no yes men
Yessin yessin, yessin
It's truly amazing
Damn, ay
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody pray for me, pray
Gettin that cake for me, a milli wait
I paper chase for me, paper
This shit was made for me, made
Gotta I say thankfully
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Credits
Writer(s): Njabulo Vusimuzi Mbele
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