WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - The Plan

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[Intro: Juicy J]

I'm gettin' high as fuck in this; trippy niggas

Must be some real shit though

Let's get it, here we go...

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I looked in the mirror today

And I’ve seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life

Hahahaha, uhh...

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!

Rolling Papers and Mary J, I made eleven mill and I'm still the same

Hook:

What's with all these niggas and their 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

(What's with all these niggas and their 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)

[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 Hermes, 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 - fo' real!

[Hook:]

[Juicy J:]

Eighteen racks, I pay the dough 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

Boat load no babbage, good drink I'm famished

Bank account outlandish, big real estate sittin' on land 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, mob niggas man real criminals

If a nigga find you they gon' hit ya up, with a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya 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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