[ Featuring Tory Lanez, Gunna ]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah
Run that back, Turbo
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn
My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
And y'all need a plan
And y'all can't be playin'
Do you understand, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
It's a new day, I'm makin' plays
Hit green Young Jefe get out of my way
Ghost ridin' a Wraith, she said it's not safe
Two bands on my chains bitch get out of my face
Girl can't you see it's a lot on my plate
Girl can't you see that they lyin', they fake
I'm makin' money not makin' mistakes
Already don't like me I know they gon' hate
She f*ck me good, just like she should
She fix me breakfast and roll me a 'Wood
Ain't leavin', never and that's understood
Really respect her when she in the hood
Really respect her when she in the mall
Gucci my Letterman that's how I ball
She say I'm a gentleman and I'm a boss
Girl you so elegant, ain't got a flaw
I'm very repellent (yeah)
To all of my exes (What? What?)
They say that I'm eggin' (yeah)
My bitch she intelligent (ayy)
I'm sippin' on medicine (yeah)
They can't get no evidence (up)
Drastic measurement (up, up)
This shit was heaven sent (yeah, yeah)
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn (drippin' goddamn)
My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan (she got a tan)
Girl you need a man (need a man), and he need them bands (need them bands)
And y'all need a plan (get a plan)
And y'all can't be playin'
Do you understand, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah)
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'? (oh, woah)
Do you understand? (Do you understand?)
What the f*ck that I'm sayin'? (F*ck that I'm sayin')
'Cause I'm all in you rubber band, yeah
I got hunnids and money bands, yeah
In the back of the van, ooh
I used to eat out the can, flew
Straight from a fly to Sudan, two
Bad lil' bitches done f*cked me, they know what the plan, the plan is
F*ckin' you in the van and beatin' it up like it's MMA
Ain't cuffin' no pussy that's innocent
I f*ck it then put it on better days
And I be smellin' like lemonade, out of Minute Maid
In Aventador, pull up in the door
And it's any days, put you in a daze
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Do you understand? (Do you understand?)
I used to hit the corner really peachy do you want the hand? (Do you want the hand?)
I hit the block on the four (four)
All my niggas do the most (most)
Me and Glizzy like the bros
Disappearing in the Ghost, woah
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn
My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
And y'all need a plan
And y'all can't be playin'
Do you understand, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
We need a safe, house with a lake
Big Body Benz, Rollie big face
Cover your lens, I see the fake
Dodgin' the case, gotta escape
Eat everyday, I keep food on the plate
She f*ck me good, wake up feedin' me grapes
Stones in my ears they can't ears what you say
Me and Fif took that Rolls Royce outta space
Dude you twenty and I'm tryna race
She 'bout that money we f*ck at the bank
Niggas turn fraud when you tell 'em you can't
I order ship and ain't lettin' it sink
You gon' get rich or just live with your rank
Got three or four watches still no time to wait
And start lookin' at it I know what you think
You gon' ride or die, homie down to grave (down to the grave)
It's hard paint a picture without all the paint
I look in your eyes and I can't see the pain
I just want her box so I give her a ring
Girl you a diamond don't need to appraise
You didn't even hear, but I know that you saved
Just met a agent, he gon' get me paid
I buy one more chain and I'm gon' be a slave
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin' goddamn
My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
And y'all need a plan
And y'all can't be playin'
Do you understand, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f*ck that I'm sayin'?
