Plan Of Attack
Young Roddy, Trademark Da Skydiver, Curren$y
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I came for the dough, you came for the hoes We ain't on the same thing You got side bitches attracted to bust downs You got smalls ones noticing Plain Jane She paid me for all of the game I gave her That's simple and plain Mama, I put you on like some pinkie rings I can put you on, carve you out a lane A avenue to go get paid Big lights on the center stage Got the duffel bag full of paper lay Cross the back seat like a 12 gauge Now I lay it down, lay it down, whenever the G's around I set them a pile that's on the ground Then I step off into the town Checking my trap, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at We'll put them hitters on your back Haters'll never get to relax Checking them tracks, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at, nigga We'll be on a vacation And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating My niggas, ayy my niggas Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on 'em King shit, yeah, Machiavelli Shore to the shore, no black on 'em Got a hood bitch who head so good I can't front, I had to double back on her Dope boy, a real dope boy You see yak track, I spit crack on it Puff that, pass that Even though the doctor say it's bad for me Mama said I'm hard-headed Had to take a chance for that cash money Crashed on me, knocked me Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules Trapstar gone, getting on a mission Motherfucker waiting for it No fronts, pay up front, cold world Nana say she praying for me Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce I'm rich, bitch, Rick James For the pain, smoke me a ounce Checking my trap, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at We'll put them hitters on your back Haters'll never get to relax Checking them tracks, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at, nigga We'll be on a vacation And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating On a creep, keep quiet Real niggas move in silence All my niggas out here wildin' We in the streets steady mobbin' Super villain, I'm a problem Lil' f*ck boys don't want no problems Hating on me 'cause a nigga shining Chain got the water, wet diamonds Couldn't get a bag with 'em Now I'm touching bands on my own without 'em All my hoes done got finer Loud packs done got louder Bossed up like Scarface First you get the money, then the power Making racks every hour Real nigga, never been a coward I got the juice like Bishop Call my haters up if there's a issue Ain't shit for me to push up on you Set check you with the pistol In the kitchen with the cook up Residue on the dishes Garbage bag full of money Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches Checking my trap, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at We'll put them hitters on your back Haters'll never get to relax Checking them tracks, collecting my racks And planning attacks wherever you at, nigga We'll be on a vacation And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating
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Written by: Alex Washington, Brandon Matthews, Derek Anderson, Roderick Brisco, Seth Mcdonald, Shante Franklin
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