Used to want to be the man
Girls they want to fornicate
Just wanted my diamonds to dance
Had to stick had to stick to the plan
Stuck to the plan, stuck like a pheme
Stuck to the plan they hated on me
Stuck on the plant, I'm high like a tree
Stuck to the plan, the whole club wanna geek
Pockets on swole they ain't ever on lean yea no wonder these bitches chose me
I got gold on my neck and designer on me yea all of my shit is on fleek
Your girl yea she probably know me
Yo baby momma she my little freak
Gave me head and I gave her the D
Gave me head but she don't tell on me
Don't tell me nothing unless it's about paper
Save your bullshit ain't got time for these haters
Save your two cents don't need nuthin' from haters
Don't need a pass call me Kobe the Laker
Pull up in black whips I skrrt on these haters
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt I take off on these haters
Put in the work I took off like the playoffs
She heard my song so her clothes she gone take off
I need a Ghost to f*ck round and then take off
Stunt on these hoes that where saying I wouldn't take off
I need a girl that gone stunt like she Kyle
Geeked off the henny and geeked of the molly
Told her let's f*ck in a text she said probably
This for my ex she gone see this shit probably
I rage I'm turnt I'm too crazy yea probably
I don't need a label I hear that shit calling
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Used to want to be the man
Girls they want to fornicate
Just wanted my diamonds to dance
Had to stick had to stick to the plan
Stuck to the plan, stuck like a pheme
Stuck to the plan they hated on me
Stuck on the plant, I'm high like a tree
Stuck to the plan, the whole club wanna geek
Pockets on swole they ain't ever on lean yea no wonder these bitches chose me
I got gold on my neck and designer on me yea all of my shit is on fleek
Your girl yea she probably know me
Yo baby momma she my little freak
Gave me head and I gave her the D
Gave me head but she don't tell on me
Don't tell me nothing unless it's about paper
Save your bullshit ain't got time for these haters
Save your two cents don't need nuthin' from haters
Don't need a pass call me Kobe the Laker
Pull up in black whips I skrrt on these haters
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt I take off on these haters
Put in the work I took off like the playoffs
She heard my song so her clothes she gone take off
I need a Ghost to f*ck round and then take off
Stunt on these hoes that where saying I wouldn't take off
I need a girl that gone stunt like she Kyle
Geeked off the henny and geeked of the molly
Told her let's f*ck in a text she said probably
This for my ex she gone see this shit probably
I rage I'm turnt I'm too crazy yea probably
I don't need a label I hear that shit calling
Girls they want to fornicate
Just wanted my diamonds to dance
Had to stick had to stick to the plan
Stuck to the plan, stuck like a pheme
Stuck to the plan they hated on me
Stuck on the plant, I'm high like a tree
Stuck to the plan, the whole club wanna geek
Pockets on swole they ain't ever on lean yea no wonder these bitches chose me
I got gold on my neck and designer on me yea all of my shit is on fleek
Your girl yea she probably know me
Yo baby momma she my little freak
Gave me head and I gave her the D
Gave me head but she don't tell on me
Don't tell me nothing unless it's about paper
Save your bullshit ain't got time for these haters
Save your two cents don't need nuthin' from haters
Don't need a pass call me Kobe the Laker
Pull up in black whips I skrrt on these haters
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt I take off on these haters
Put in the work I took off like the playoffs
She heard my song so her clothes she gone take off
I need a Ghost to f*ck round and then take off
Stunt on these hoes that where saying I wouldn't take off
I need a girl that gone stunt like she Kyle
Geeked off the henny and geeked of the molly
Told her let's f*ck in a text she said probably
This for my ex she gone see this shit probably
I rage I'm turnt I'm too crazy yea probably
I don't need a label I hear that shit calling
Writer: Wilmar Clemente
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