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wiz khalifa - the plan lyrics

the plan
(feat. juicy j)

[intro]
i looked in the mirror today
and seen the realest n-gg- i ever met in my life (laugh)

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
i done smoked weed where they said i can’t
got rich when they said i can’t
got high and got on the plane
and brought all my n-gg-s when they said i can’t
went shopping places they said i can’t
bought some sh-t that they said i can’t
jumped on the road and did all them shows
cause i was poppin’ places they said i ain’t
went hard in places they said i can’t
promoters call and try and set up dates
bought the car with that yellow paint
go to parties now and they set up drinks
and it’s first cl-ss so i’m private plane
nudie jeans with my get up mane!
rollin’ papers and mary j
i made eleven mill and i’m still the same

[hook: wiz khalifa & juicy j (x2)]
what’s with all these n-gg-s and they feelings, man?
all of this and i’m still the man
thought of this when i was just a fan
but all this money wasn’t in the plan
now it’s all about them benjamins
ballin’ hard and you in the stands
all this money i’m a business man
out of all these n-gg-s i’m the realest man

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
out of all these n-gg-s, they callin’ me the realest
started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
used to just tryna live, now a n-gg- make a killin’
gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
cuban links in my chain, zigzag on my charm
champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
everything armans, chanel seats in the car
when you all know; them f-ck n-gg-s start hatin’
talkin’ bout what they gon’ do but i’m waitin’
when you getting rich they doubt you
shout out my gang and my brother will cause i couldn’t do this without you
for real!

[hook]

[verse 3: juicy j]
eighteen racks i paid it though
to send them goons straight to ya door
to show you n-gg-s what’s real
and let you meet that .44
run your mouth you in the trunk
glock to your head nowhere to run
catch you n-gg-s when you by yourself
we gon’ hit you n-gg-s with a hundred drums
both low no bad b-tch
good drink i’m famished
bank account outlandish
big wrist stay sittin’ on lamb b-tch
n-gg-s out there tryna test me
i put the ak where his chest be
don’t fight with hoes, don’t fight with n-gg-s
no security b-tch so don’t test me
double cup full i be sippin’ up
my n-gg-s man real criminals
if a n-gg- find you they gon’ hit ya up
with a bin laden chopping the switcher up
all these hoes be jockin’ tryna get with us
they gon’ swallow this nut, no spittin up
your n-gg-s get murked your n-gg-s in jail
my team gettin’ money stay full of drugs

[hook]

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