(SephGotTheWaves)
Wake up, nigga
I got a plan
Uh, uh

First nigga out my hood, I can´t explain the feeling
And we came from poverty, I can´t explain the feeling
And I´m tired of losin´ friends, I ain´t got too many livin´
Get my family out the hood, that´s my only mission
And I got that drip just like Hugh Hefner, got too many bitches
I´m so tight with that money and my fingers itchin´
I love my block ´cause I got love for my mains
Jump in the car, then just go thug with my fans
The police caught me with some drugs in my hand
Heart been scarred, I ain´t got love for no man

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah

Catch a breeze, I ain´t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
I´ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
Yeah, go tell my dawg I got a plan

A hundred bands on the new coupe, it came with autostart
This bitch look like a Transformer, I´m talkin´ Autobot
Got a bougie bitch and she gon´ fuck me for a diamond watch
How the fuck you switch up on your day one? Streets grimy, huh?
I´m presidential, I pull up in Tahoe, limo tint
If she wanna hang out with the gang, gotta suck a lil´ more dick
And I´m tryna blow up a lil´ more bit, I ain´t shit on these niggas enough

Tryna shine where the sun don´t beam like a diamond in the rough
Got niggas servin´ cocaine like it´s Snow on tha Bluff
I could teach you how to come up from nothin´, might come through stuntin´

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
Catch a breeze, I ain´t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
I´ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
Yeah, go tell my dawg

Put them new Forgis on that ´Vette, you know I´m known for switchin´ cars
And I´m drinkin´ 1942, we could shoot it out like civil war

And I told Michelle that I´m gon´ stop but I might pop a seal tomorrow
Free my brother out them bars, I´m yellin´ fuck the law
And I ain´t stoppin´ for no police, they shoot us down for no reason
Told me get my ID, now you say I´m reachin´
Where I´m from, it´s killer season, call the plumber, left ´em leakin´
I can´t take no shorts, you know I gotta feed my son and nieces
First nigga out my hood, I can´t explain that feeling
We came from two different hoods, so I can see why you don´t feel it
Got this pistol on my hip so you can see I ain´t conceal it
Drop the top even when it´s windy, this what I gotta do

Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
Catch a breeze, I ain´t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
I´ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
Catch a breeze, I ain´t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
I´ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
Go tell my dawg I got a plan
Go tell my dawg I got a plan

You know we dreamin´ ´round this way, nigga (Go tell my dawg I got a plan)

Everybody got visions, nigga (I ain´t got no roof on that bitch, yeah)
Drop the motherfuckin´ top, ride through the city (I´ma get this money out the streets)
Think about how we could make a million
Lemme get ad-lib