Rollin up on a backwood
Its full of sticky
Why you ask who I'm wit
My gang's wit me
Counting cash
Them green and pink 50s
Ooooooo
Sipping ciroc
I feel like diddy
Always watching for niggas
That plot against me
My niggas pull up and dump it
If shit get iffy
Getting rich off this music shit
Bitch I'm true to this
Cut the hair
Add the fade
And the waves
I feel like ludacris
They say I'm acting different
But I'm on a mission
To get my family rich quick
Nigga y'all is trippin
No liquor that I'm sippin
This blunt hitting
Rough livin
Sorta buff nigga
Yeah he cut different
Wouldn't f*ck wit em
Leave a head missing
Two straps
Sound like cats hissing
Pealin off on my competition
Don't play!
I"m a misfit, yeah
Yeah wit all my friends
I do not pretend
She gon' hate me
But be honest
That's how we begin
Hit the weed again
She gon' need a xan
She don't need her man
She talkin' that Plan B
Big house wit a family
She prolly off xannies
She not understanding
That's not in the planning
GoodJobDominique - Plan B Lyrics
GoodJobDominique - Plan B Lyrics
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Rollin up on a backwood
Its full of sticky
Why you ask who I'm wit
My gang's wit me
Counting cash
Them green and pink 50s
Ooooooo
Sipping ciroc
I feel like diddy
Always watching for niggas
That plot against me
My niggas pull up and dump it
If shit get iffy
Getting rich off this music shit
Bitch I'm true to this
Cut the hair
Add the fade
And the waves
I feel like ludacris
They say I'm acting different
But I'm on a mission
To get my family rich quick
Nigga y'all is trippin
No liquor that I'm sippin
This blunt hitting
Rough livin
Sorta buff nigga
Yeah he cut different
Wouldn't f*ck wit em
Leave a head missing
Two straps
Sound like cats hissing
Pealin off on my competition
Don't play!
I"m a misfit, yeah
Yeah wit all my friends
I do not pretend
She gon' hate me
But be honest
That's how we begin
Hit the weed again
She gon' need a xan
She don't need her man
She talkin' that Plan B
Big house wit a family
She prolly off xannies
She not understanding
That's not in the planning
Its full of sticky
Why you ask who I'm wit
My gang's wit me
Counting cash
Them green and pink 50s
Ooooooo
Sipping ciroc
I feel like diddy
Always watching for niggas
That plot against me
My niggas pull up and dump it
If shit get iffy
Getting rich off this music shit
Bitch I'm true to this
Cut the hair
Add the fade
And the waves
I feel like ludacris
They say I'm acting different
But I'm on a mission
To get my family rich quick
Nigga y'all is trippin
No liquor that I'm sippin
This blunt hitting
Rough livin
Sorta buff nigga
Yeah he cut different
Wouldn't f*ck wit em
Leave a head missing
Two straps
Sound like cats hissing
Pealin off on my competition
Don't play!
I"m a misfit, yeah
Yeah wit all my friends
I do not pretend
She gon' hate me
But be honest
That's how we begin
Hit the weed again
She gon' need a xan
She don't need her man
She talkin' that Plan B
Big house wit a family
She prolly off xannies
She not understanding
That's not in the planning
Writer: dominique franklin, naveen sharma
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: GoodJobDominique
Language: English
Length: 1:25
Written by: dominique franklin, naveen sharma