Plan of Attack

I came for the dough, you came for the hoes

We ain't on the same thing

You got five bitches attracted to bust downs

You got smart ones noticin' Plain Janes

She paid me for all the game that I gave her

And that's simple and plain

Mama, I put you on like some pinky rings

I can put you on, carve you out a lane

A avenue to go get paid

Big lights on the center stage

Got the duffel bag full of paper laid

Cross the backseat like a 12 gauge

Now lay it down, lay it down whenever the Gs around

I set them Impalas on the ground

Then I step off into the town

Checkin' my tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at

We'll put them hitters on your back

Hitters'll never get to relax

Checkin' them tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at, ****

We'll be on a vacation

And you'll be nervous, hyperventilatin'

My ****, they my ****

Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on 'em

King shit, yeah, Machiavelli

Shore to the shore, in all black on 'em

Got a hood bitch who head so good

I can't front, I had to double back on her

Dope boy, real dope boy

You see every track, I spit crack on it

Puff that, pass that

Even though the doctor say it's bad for me

Mama say I'm hardheaded

Had to take a chance for that cash money

Crash dummy, not me

Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece

Smoke gas, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules

Trapstar, goin' get it, on a mission

Motherfucker waitin' for it

No fronts, pay up front, cold world

Nana say she prayin' for me

Wrist game sick, man, whip game make that bounce

I'm rich, bitch, Rick James

For the pain, smoke me a ounce

Checkin' my tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at

We'll put them hitters on your back

Hitters'll never get to relax

Checkin' them tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at, ****

We'll be on a vacation

And you'll be nervous, hyperventilatin'

On the creep, keep quiet

Real **** move in silence

All my **** out here wildin'

We in the streets steady mobbin'

Super villain, I'm a problem

Lil' fuckboys don't want no problems

Hatin' on me 'cause a **** shinin'

Chain got the water, wet diamonds

Couldn't get a bag with 'em

Now I'm touchin' bands on my own without 'em

All my hoes done got finer

Loud packs done got louder

Bossed up like Scarface

First you get the money, then the power

Makin' racks every hour

Real ****, never been a coward

I got the juice like Bishop

Call my haters up if it's a issue

Ain't shit for me to push up on you

Set check you with the pistol

In the kitchen with the cook up

Residue on the dishes

Garbage bag full of money

Countin' hundreds up, gettin' to the riches

Checkin' my tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at

We'll put them hitters on your back

Hitters'll never get to relax

Checkin' them tracks, collectin' my racks

And plannin' attacks wherever you at, ****

We'll be on a vacation

And you'll be nervous, hyperventilatin'