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Plan of Attack

๐Ÿ‘ค Curren$y feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Plan of Attack โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:52
๐ŸŽต 2964 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:52 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 6833496

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
We ain't on the same thing
You got side bitches attracted to bus times
You got small noticing planes change
She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
That's simple and plain
Mama, I put you on like some pinkie rings
I can put you on, carve you out a lane
A avenue to go get paid
Big lights on the centre stage
Got a duffle bag full of paper
Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G's around
I set them a pile that's on the ground
Then I step off into the town

Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We'll put them haters on your back
Haters'll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We'll be on a vacation
And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating

My niggas, ain't my niggas
They my brothers, never turned my back on 'em
King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
Sure to the sure, no black on 'em
Got a hood bitch who head so good
I can't front, I had to double back on her
Dope boy, a real dope boy
You see Ye track, I spit crack on it
Puff that, pass that
Even though the doctor say it's bad for me
Mama said I'm hard headed
Had to take a chance for that cash money
Crashed on me, knocked me
Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
Trap star gone getting on a mission
Motherfucker waiting for it
No fronts, pay up front, cold world
Nana say she praying for me
Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
I'm rich, bitch, Rick James
For the pain smoke me a ounce

Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We'll put them haters on your back
Haters'll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We'll be on a vacation
And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating

On a creek, keep quiet
Real niggas move in silence
All my niggas out here wilin'
We in the streets steady mobbin'
Super villain, I'm a problem
Lil fuck boys don't want no problems
Hating on me 'cause a nigga shining
Chain got the water, wet diamonds
Couldn't get a bag with 'em
Now I'm touching bands on my own without 'em
All my hoes done got finer
Loud packs done got louder
Bust up like scarface
First you get the money then the power
Making racks every hour
Real nigga, never been a coward
I got the juice like Bishop
Call my haters up if there'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
Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches

Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We'll put them haters on your back
Haters'll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We'll be on a vacation
And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.48] I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
[00:01.97] We ain't on the same thing
[00:03.74] You got side bitches attracted to bus times
[00:05.96] You got small noticing planes change
[00:06.85] She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
[00:09.05] That's simple and plain
[00:10.90] Mama, I put you on like some pinkie rings
[00:13.46] I can put you on, carve you out a lane
[00:15.11] A avenue to go get paid
[00:16.97] Big lights on the centre stage
[00:18.43] Got a duffle bag full of paper
[00:20.38] Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
[00:21.61] Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G's around
[00:23.44] I set them a pile that's on the ground
[00:27.32] Then I step off into the town
[00:28.91] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[00:30.76] And planning the tax wherever you at
[00:32.36] We'll put them haters on your back
[00:34.05] Haters'll never get through all that
[00:35.91] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[00:37.87] And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
[00:39.32] We'll be on a vacation
[00:41.59] And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating
[00:43.93] My niggas, ain't my niggas
[00:45.22] They my brothers, never turned my back on 'em
[00:46.17] King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
[00:48.69] Sure to the sure, no black on 'em
[00:50.30] Got a hood bitch who head so good
[00:52.31] I can't front, I had to double back on her
[00:54.12] Dope boy, a real dope boy
[00:55.72] You see Ye track, I spit crack on it
[00:57.50] Puff that, pass that
[00:59.39] Even though the doctor say it's bad for me
[01:01.06] Mama said I'm hard headed
[01:02.56] Had to take a chance for that cash money
[01:04.54] Crashed on me, knocked me
[01:06.32] Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
[01:07.48] Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
[01:11.51] Trap star gone getting on a mission
[01:14.23] Motherfucker waiting for it
[01:15.34] No fronts, pay up front, cold world
[01:17.35] Nana say she praying for me
[01:19.11] Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
[01:21.85] I'm rich, bitch, Rick James
[01:24.08] For the pain smoke me a ounce
[01:25.33] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[01:27.36] And planning the tax wherever you at
[01:28.85] We'll put them haters on your back
[01:30.79] Haters'll never get through all that
[01:32.52] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[01:34.46] And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
[01:36.67] We'll be on a vacation
[01:38.05] And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating
[01:39.86] On a creek, keep quiet
[01:41.80] Real niggas move in silence
[01:43.77] All my niggas out here wilin'
[01:45.43] We in the streets steady mobbin'
[01:47.20] Super villain, I'm a problem
[01:48.97] Lil fuck boys don't want no problems
[01:50.75] Hating on me 'cause a nigga shining
[01:52.42] Chain got the water, wet diamonds
[01:54.30] Couldn't get a bag with 'em
[01:56.35] Now I'm touching bands on my own without 'em
[01:58.01] All my hoes done got finer
[01:59.47] Loud packs done got louder
[02:01.51] Bust up like scarface
[02:02.96] First you get the money then the power
[02:04.88] Making racks every hour
[02:06.59] Real nigga, never been a coward
[02:08.48] I got the juice like Bishop
[02:10.20] Call my haters up if there's a issue
[02:12.13] Ain't shit for me to push up on you
[02:14.11] Set check you with the pistol
[02:15.61] In the kitchen with the cook up
[02:17.19] Residue on the dishes
[02:19.20] Garbage bag full of money
[02:21.05] Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches
[02:22.35] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[02:23.95] And planning the tax wherever you at
[02:25.16] We'll put them haters on your back
[02:27.08] Haters'll never get through all that
[02:28.82] Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
[02:30.82] And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
[02:32.63] We'll be on a vacation
[02:34.68] And you'll be nervous, hyperventilating
[02:36.63]

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