The MasterPlan

Alright cool, damn fucking tweakin' man
What? Aw I forgot I was supposed to talk
Look this the master plan
This the way to get fucking money
And just get bitches foreveri guess look, yo

I know this bitch that know this nigga
He be making wild bucks
His pockets antlers on yo' windshield
He be making wild bucks
She fuck him right, she set him up
He gon be making wild bucks
We Ric Flair without a ref
We gon be going all nuts
Talking cash, gold I mad live
Goofy hoes call mad dibs
That cash money calling them birds
That Baby ad-lib got 3 Cali connects
They sound the same i call em Pac Div
Long as I send em unjived turkeys
We good timing, white men i'm good timing
I got a whole variety
Even dishing them dimes in
Looking like Nash in prime
And Dame Dash throwing diamonds
To junkies I'm the People's Champ
Long as I keep the rocks man
Still stuntin', yeah we still stuntin

This is for yo' bitch
For real Black I really
Deserve this gold watch for real, like
Fuck all the deals just give me the watch
(fuck you talking bout)
I just fucking like, did the most
Master plan, get money, get bitches
That is perfect