Wiz Khalifa - The Plan - Sözleri

I looked in the mirror today

And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)

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 niggas when they said I can't

Went shopping places they said I can't

Bought some shit 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

What's with all these niggas 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 niggas I'm the realest man

Out of all these niggas, 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 nigga make a killinGold 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 fuck niggas start hatinTalkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitinWhen you getting rich they doubt you

Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you

For real!

Eighteen racks I paid it though

To send them goons straight to ya door

To show you niggas 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 niggas when you by yourself

We gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums

Both low no bad bitch

Good drink I'm famished

Bank account outlandish

Big wrist stay sittin' on Lamb bitch

Niggas out there tryna test me

I put the AK where his chest be

Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas

No security bitch so don't test me

Double cup full I be sippin' up

My niggas man real criminals

If a nigga 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 niggas get murked your niggas in jail

My team gettin' money stay full of drugs





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