| Damn, what the hell |
| Thought you were the shit, I couldn’t tell |
| You just shitty, I could smell |
| Only think about yourself |
| Big world, you don’t care 'bout no one else |
| When you was down, nobody there for the help |
| So you switched, invested in yourself |
| Then the money stopped returning |
| Plan turn |
| Homie got drive, no permit |
| I thank God for the gift of the sermon |
| Certain calls, I knew I couldn’t return it |
| , you gotta earn it |
| Now this shit is inhouse, got it furnished |
| Hot flow, a nigga, I had to burn it |
| You was fishy and I really couldn’t confirm it |
| Kept the receipts, I gotta return it |
| Now I’m swervin' |
| Coulda seen the vision, it was urgent |
| But I didn’t give up, I had me a purpose |
| Contract, writing in cursive, I turned it |
| To a profitable outcome |
| They like, «How come?» |
| Tell 'em to holla if it’s about fun |
| Nigga, that’s the plan |
| I just might snatch the bands |
| I just spent racks again |
| Like 20, I’m stacking 10 |
| She said that’s the plan |
| She said that’s the plan |
| Nigga, that’s the plan |
| I just might snatch the bands |
| I just spent racks again |
| She said that’s the plan |
| Like 20, I’m stacking 10 |
| She said that’s the plan |