PLAN B.
Baby please, can you understand me?
I ain't got no secret, got no plan B
Pour it over shorty, cup of brandy
Money coming in, sweet like candy
'Cause it's straight to the business
Tell us your hand and it's real, we're rag to riches
Last time I checked you was staring my digits
Starin' at my hand, like you ask for forgiveness
Like what?
You lost my trust and I lost my love
I done lost the one who knows me deep inside
I'm gon' fantasise right here by my side
I don't need nobody else, no
I don't need nobody else
Feelin' like Prince, let's go crazy
Spliff it, I go lazy
Car big, big body Mercedes, young one throwin' dimes like Brady
And I really like bitches when I'm in that mode, yeah
Someone hand me that steady shit, we're gonna pose, yeah
I cut ties with the motherfuckers, got no more time for a motherfucker
Can't take more lies from a motherfucker
Rather be inside than a motherfucker
Like damn, yeah
She fuck with him probably inna the club
Yeah, asked and gave me directions, they know that we out, uh
Baby please, can you understand me?
I ain't got no secret, got no plan B
Pour it over shorty, cup of brandy
Money coming in, sweet like candy
'Cause it's straight to the business
Tell us your hand and it's real, we're rag to riches
Last time I checked you was staring my digits
Starin' at my hand, like you ask for forgiveness
Like what?
You lost my trust and I lost my love
I done lost the one who knows me deep inside
I'm gon' fantasise right here by my side
I don't need nobody else, no
I don't need nobody else
I ain't got no secret, got no plan B
Pour it over shorty, cup of brandy
Money coming in, sweet like candy
'Cause it's straight to the business
Tell us your hand and it's real, we're rag to riches
Last time I checked you was staring my digits
Starin' at my hand, like you ask for forgiveness
Like what?
You lost my trust and I lost my love
I done lost the one who knows me deep inside
I'm gon' fantasise right here by my side
I don't need nobody else, no
I don't need nobody else
Feelin' like Prince, let's go crazy
Spliff it, I go lazy
Car big, big body Mercedes, young one throwin' dimes like Brady
And I really like bitches when I'm in that mode, yeah
Someone hand me that steady shit, we're gonna pose, yeah
I cut ties with the motherfuckers, got no more time for a motherfucker
Can't take more lies from a motherfucker
Rather be inside than a motherfucker
Like damn, yeah
She fuck with him probably inna the club
Yeah, asked and gave me directions, they know that we out, uh
Baby please, can you understand me?
I ain't got no secret, got no plan B
Pour it over shorty, cup of brandy
Money coming in, sweet like candy
'Cause it's straight to the business
Tell us your hand and it's real, we're rag to riches
Last time I checked you was staring my digits
Starin' at my hand, like you ask for forgiveness
Like what?
You lost my trust and I lost my love
I done lost the one who knows me deep inside
I'm gon' fantasise right here by my side
I don't need nobody else, no
I don't need nobody else
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Writer(s): Emanuel Asante, Jonah Roy, Roman Ortiz
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