| Time to formulate a plan then take it 'round the world |
| We can split it 50/50, this my get 'em girls |
| Keep computers 'putin', youngin with me used to shootin' |
| Got a sugar momma, trippy like she Whitney Houston |
| Used to triple ghostin' Marvin makin' murder music |
| I’ma execute it, swear that we the best to do it |
| Said my ice cold shinin' when the lights low |
| Heard that price low, ballin' call the iso |
| Lasers hittin' off the bridge like a light show |
| Corey Fisher, I can do this with my eyes closed |
| Carousel in a Porsche goin' psycho |
| Left the northern and now we head to Cairo |
| Time to feed the people, woadie you can keep the evil |
| In the streets evisu, you know my sweater needles |
| Sneaker box full of ones, this my lunch money |
| Start laughin' like the Joker when I touch money |
| Time to formulate a plan then take it 'round the world |
| We can split it 50/50, this my get 'em girls |
| Keep computers 'putin', youngin with me used to shootin' |
| Got a sugar momma, trippy like she Whitney Houston |
| Used to triple ghostin' Marvin makin' murder music |
| I’ma execute it, swear that we the best to do it |
| Said my ice cold shinin' when the lights low |
| Heard that price low, ballin' call the iso |
| In the continental nigga call me John wick |
| Got a couple issues hit you send a missile |
| They gonna get you |
| And I got a youngin out here buggin' tryna ride today |
| Nigga got touched yesterday tryna slide today |
| Catch him creepin' all these niggas with me |
| See a buncha demons never hide |
| Purgin' all them niggas, yeah, I’m fucking seekin' |
| And I got killers with me slidin' from the projects |
| And they dependin' on me to get them out of it |
| Free emillz it’s coke money and |
| I’m proud of him could take him from the O can’t take the O out of him |
| I’m on post now |
| Ain’t no one but grown folks now |
| My new bitch a blunt of loud my old bitch dirt now |
| I’m tryna stuff my safe (Yeah) |
| And anyway a nigga put it ain’t nobody safe |
| And either way I’ma pull it let a bullet hit a opper face |
| Then watch him post I guess it’s not his day |
| stop the |
| Time to formulate a plan then take it around the world |
| We can split it 50/50, this my get 'em girls |
| Keep computers computin', youngin with me used to shootin' |
| Got a sugar momma, trippy like she Whitney Houston |
| Used to triple ghostin' Marvin makin' murder music |
| I’ma execute it, swear that we the best to do it |
| Said my ice cold shinin' when the lights low |
| Heard that price low, ballin' call the iso |