sábado, 16 de marzo de 2013

WIZ KHALIFA - THE PLAN (ft. Juicy J)



[Intro] 
I looked in the mirror today 

And seen the realest nigga 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 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 



[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] x2 

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 



[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 

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 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 fuck niggas 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 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 



[Hook]

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