Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plan, artist - Jay Critch. Album song Signed with Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Talk Money
Song language: English
The Plan |
Yeah |
Jay Critch Hood Fav |
A-Lau on the beat |
I stuck to the plan, even when they was giving up, I gave it a chance |
I got me some bankrolls, and some niggas start switching up, they was really my |
mans |
Stay with a shooter with me, and you know how we give it up, if I give 'em the |
grams |
She acting boujee with me, I heard she give it up, for a couple of bands |
And I see they wanna be me, but none of them niggas can do what I can |
I wear Mike Amiri like Adidas, and all of my diamonds is doing the dance |
Niggas fake, I ain’t shaking they hand, I need the bag on the way when I land |
Now its way too much weight for my hand, I send out them grams and then wait |
till they land |
Imma talk money forever, I made me some plays and I got it together |
Catch a flight and change the weather, yeah me and my brothers get money |
together |
Balenciaga on my leather, these bitches gon' try to finesse if you let 'em |
So you know I never let 'em, as soon as they let me hit it, I’mma dead em |
I grew up in that water with sharks |
30 deep, we gon' trap out the park |
He got money, he ain’t got no heart |
We run up like a thief in the dark |
Head tap, shooters ain’t playing darts |
Big dogs and these niggas all bark |
New foreign, it’s a work of art |
Shawty bad and she playing her part |
Presidential Rollie, got elected, they know we very respected |
And you see us, only bosses around me, you cannot come in this section |
Don’t get carried away by this necklace, this shit will end real hectic |
And when my brodie start throwing bullets, he don’t throw no interceptions |
I stuck to the plan, even when they was giving up, I gave it a chance |
I got me some bankrolls, and some niggas start switching up, they was really my |
mans |
Stay with a shooter with me, and you know how we give it up, If I give 'em the |
grams |
She acting boujee with me, I heard she give it up, for a couple of bands |
And I see they wanna be me, but none of them niggas can do what I can |
I wear Mike Amiri like Adidas, and all of my diamonds is doing the dance |
Niggas fake I ain’t shaking they hand, I need the bag on the way when I land |
Now its way too much weight for my hand, I send out them grams and then wait |
till they land |