CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : PLAN B
(Jose the Plug)
AP, Dweller, designer shoes, lil' boy, I'm a big stepper
Christian on me, but I'm ridin' with the devil
These hoes only gon' do what I let 'em
Ayy, McQueen, new Celine, I pop a Perc', she pop a Plan B
Hold on, skrrt, skrrt
I pull up in that wide-body 'Cat
Steering wheel, me, b*t*h, give me some neck
Turn around, let a rich n***a smack
One hand on FN, one hand on her wig
We in the Hermes sto', we goin' big
If you ain't got a M, lil' n***a, you a kid
Damn near spent half of that on my kid
Tell me what they payin' for the Woo? (What they paying?)
If her friend bad, I'ma throw up the oop (Here)
Fentanyl, white seats in the coupe (Ice)
Outside of this b*t*h look like tomato soup
My b*t*h like Betty Boop (Betty Boop)
Bro in the cut and he ready to shoot
My ho, she exotic, my AR exotic, my weed is exotic
I'm havin' my way, I'm ridin' with the chaos, shoot up the party (Gotta tear this b*t*h up)
Got hoes like Playboi Carti, I buy a b*t*h a brand new body
I'll f**k a b*t*h and her friend like I'm Jeff Hardy
All these racks, hit the lottery
I showed up in Prada, she proud of me
Tax a n***a like highway robbery (Give me that sh*t)
AP, Dweller, designer shoes, lil' boy, I'm a big stepper
Christian on me, but I'm ridin' with the devil
These hoes only gon' do what I let 'em
Ayy, McQueen, new Celine, I pop a Perc', she pop a Plan B
AP, Dweller, designer shoes, lil' boy, I'm a big stepper
Christian on me, but I'm ridin' with the devil
These hoes only gon' do what I let 'em
Ayy, McQueen, new Celine, I pop a Perc', she pop a Plan B
Hold on, skrrt, skrrt
I pull up in that wide-body 'Cat
Steering wheel, me, b*t*h, give me some neck
Turn around, let a rich n***a smack
One hand on FN, one hand on her wig
We in the Hermes sto', we goin' big
If you ain't got a M, lil' n***a, you a kid
Damn near spent half of that on my kid
Tell me what they payin' for the Woo? (What they paying?)
If her friend bad, I'ma throw up the oop (Here)
Fentanyl, white seats in the coupe (Ice)
Outside of this b*t*h look like tomato soup
My b*t*h like Betty Boop (Betty Boop)
Bro in the cut and he ready to shoot
My ho, she exotic, my AR exotic, my weed is exotic
I'm havin' my way, I'm ridin' with the chaos, shoot up the party (Gotta tear this b*t*h up)
Got hoes like Playboi Carti, I buy a b*t*h a brand new body
I'll f**k a b*t*h and her friend like I'm Jeff Hardy
All these racks, hit the lottery
I showed up in Prada, she proud of me
Tax a n***a like highway robbery (Give me that sh*t)
AP, Dweller, designer shoes, lil' boy, I'm a big stepper
Christian on me, but I'm ridin' with the devil
These hoes only gon' do what I let 'em
Ayy, McQueen, new Celine, I pop a Perc', she pop a Plan B
