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codes - plans lyrics

[intro]
yeah
plans

[chorus]
i’m ballin like i’m on the mavs
they want it but they cannot have
stay clean but the team full of savs
i’m whippin’ on road you in cabs
they try to vanish all the plans
your shorty tell me i’m the man
i’m poppin’ a perc and a xan
these haters they lowkey be fans

i’m ballin like i’m on the mavs
they want it but they cannot have
stay clean but the team full of savs
i’m whippin’ on road you in cabs
they tryna vanish all the plans
your shorty tell me i’m the man
i’m poppin’ a perc and a xan
these haters they lowkey be fans

[verse 1]
they tryna vanish all the plans
don’t lack or i know where you stand
this year is the year we go ham
the telly be live with no cam
the numbers be doing the talk
the shorty be running the top
i’m stacking my bands to the top
my commas they never gon’ stop
i just pulled up in the lot
feds know that the block getting hot
they wanna be something they’re not
my mom was like two she was pops
ima get momma the cash
your life could be gone in a flash
mc put two on the dash
drugs don’t get me wavy as fast
me and my bros we go hard
you mad cause you know who we are
got ice like i play for the stars
i do what you can’t i set bars
i deal with the baddies like cards
the molly feel like i’m on mars
you talk all that sh-t like lavar
so i’ma show you who we are

[hook]
got a lot of paper plans
mix that with the foreign plans
so high i could never land
shorty still tells me i’m the man

got a lot of paper plans
mix that with the foreign plans
so high i could never land
shorty still tells me i’m the man

[verse 2]
talk sh-t run up they dip
want smoke come back with a clip
ten man extended whip
ten bands on foreign trips
bag on, yeah she love how i ball
keep a two on my back no ball
every b-tch know me at the mall
p-ss that b-tch to bro, chris paul
designer she feeling the kid
she told me she love how i live
they poppin’ like addies and sh-t
she gave me the addy so quick
the money calling so i’m gone
shoot a movie, james bond
need rings like lebron
claim they 6, but they vaughan
ot rinsing the pack
gang gotta make that stack
flo gotta wear all black
j gonna bring that back
they loving the gold on my t–th
f-ck a b-tch down in the east
double crossed with no priest
on roads with lc
black mask come clutch
see us no touch
on the come up
we don’t give f-cks
yo’ b-tch a sl-t
she know i’m up
double up my cup
might just go buck

[interlude]
you already know man
always on the grind
(skrt skrt skrt)

[chorus]
i’m ballin like i’m on the mavs
they want it but they cannot have
stay clean but the team full of savs
i’m whippin’ on road you in cabs
they tryna vanish all the plans
your shorty tell me i’m the man
i’m poppin’ a perc and a xan
these haters they lowkey be fans

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