The Plan - Wiz Khalifa feat Juicy J
[Intro]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest n_gga I ever met in my life (laugh)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my n_ggas when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't
Bought some sh_t that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
Cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't
Promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint
Go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane
Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane!
Rollin' papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J (x2)]
What's with all these n_ggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man
Out of all these n_ggas I'm the realest man
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these n_ggas, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a n_gga make a killin'
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Armans, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them f_ck n_ggas start hatin'
Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you
Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you
For real!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Eighteen racks I paid it though
To send them goons straight to ya door
To show you n_ggas what's real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you n_ggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit you n_ggas with a hundred drums
Both low no bad b_tch
Good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish
Big wrist stay sittin' on Lamb b_tch
N_ggas out there tryna test me
I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with n_ggas
No security b_tch so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up
My n_ggas man real criminals
If a n_gga find you they gon' hit ya up
With a Bin Laden chopping the switcher up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us
They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your n_ggas get murked your n_ggas in jail
My team gettin' money stay full of drugs
[Hook]
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