Plot Lyrics

Never tell

All I got to say is goddamn money never fail

I'm a million dollar nigga so I smoke a thousand L's

I got some white shooters like shit with Dave Chappelle

I smoke this gas, I'm goddamn geek as fuck

Bitch, I'm high as hell

You know this life by clientele

This a million things to sell

Either die or go to jail

Man, that's what they used to sell

Fuck that

Nigga, I'm trying to live

It's a fucking bridge like fucking Keno's

I'm a fucking bill

Got some niggas locked in fucking Chino

Living like Shaquille

I took some fucking L's like Dan Marino

Bitch, I'm winning still

This shit is not no joke

Swear to God, this shit'll get you killed

She here looking good but I still lose like the fucking Bills

Cheap ass fucking bitch want Jimmy Choo

She gon' fuck for heels

They say millions win, your ass gon' lose

I can't never tell

Nigga, I'ma win

I'ma ask her fucking again

Nigga, fucking try

I might fucking touch your fucking chin

I got shooter spot

Yeah, they might just kill your fucking kin

Either you or I

They gon' never see your ass again

Give me money on my mental, bitch

Money on my skin

I got a special, bitch

Wear that shit again

Just damn 38

Be special, bitch

Nigga, fuck a gin

Fuck them buds

They gon' mental, bitch

Piss your fucking skin

In the end

Do it, beep

Fuck the smoke

It's just damn millions in this bitch

I'm on my teeth

I'm a world of talk

They all fake

Man, it's just how it be

Because now they talk like all day

Ain't even get to brush my teeth

Hit the crib and switch my clothes

Goddamn Popeye with some bands

Man, there's money on my mental

Andrew Jackson be my friend

Goddamn Steve

9-7-7 on him

His eyes left and right

Come back the next day

Goddamn

Pat you down

Might just blow your life

I be hot

Goddamn

Patrick Sam

BS Square White

I met my fucking wife

First J

He probably let me spend the night

Come back the very next day and trade a nigga for some ice

Shit, I rise and shit my life

They all ask my doc

Think this shit hype

Really, that shit eat nigga tight

Yeah, I told you

Can I get this shit twice

So that shit be temporarily

I need my ass in flight

Do you lose your temper rarely

I don't even like to fight

I'm trying to fuck a nigga white

Roll up these drugs and let it get hype

And that's the heights nigga

I'm in the clouds

I need niggas growing ass man

And then like some chaps

Goddamn me and be the class man

Like that move around

I can do this shit around the globe

Every single time

Like fuck that shit can't be no broke nigga

Feet be on the ground

Like fuck that bitch can't trust no gold nigga

Turn your ass around

Why you street with no damn goals nigga

How the fuck you sound

I was out

We getting out them bowls nigga

Let that blood frown

I don't need no sparking plug nigga

I don't need no sparking plug nigga

I don't need no sparking plug nigga

I don't need no sparking plug nigga

I don't need no sparking plug nigga