Nick Grant The Plan Lyrics


The Plan by Nick Grant

[Verse 1]
Take me to the money, you can keep the stress
You ain't paying dues, you just keepin' we's in debt
Fucking up this money you gon need an EMS
Blowing all this money feelin' like early BMF
Welcome to the mafia, never went to college, bra
Hoes in the lobby I'm that nigga and it's obvious
Dead right, if the head right she's an optimist
All I do is money dance, fuck your choreographer
Me, I'm blessed, fuck her then she know what's next
'Cause they in pictures with killers don't mean niggas pose a threat
Me, I'm blessed, Big Tymer like B and Fresh
Being broke is for the birds when you tryna feed the nest
Yes, life's good how I'm livin'
Head of my own label, momma told me mind ya business
Shout out to my migo rapper push perico
Choppa under the peacoat make me spin you like Ebro
We know, every verse is like a kilo
I make it look easy, this is Jordan versus Ehlo
All about them c-notes, gotta follow G code
'Cause I'm from the bottom where poverty can check yo ego

[Hook]
It was always in my plan, but I didn't think you'd understand, so I didn't talk
I showed you I became the man, moonwalkin' on a hundred grand
So when you see me gettin' this paper, shinin' like Vegas
Lookin' like I made it, nah I ain't regular
Tell 'em I'm amazin'
You better tell 'em I'm amazin'

[Verse]
Then again mind state, Benjamins
Been the shit since spinnin' rims
No killers with ill intent
Bad yellow bitches, I'm in between 'em both
Think they sellin' coke how they fuck over the middle men (yikes)
I'm nicer than whoever, hoe
All these other clown niggas, Ren and Stimps
I came a long way from sleepin' on the futon
Still a real nigga even though I never moved raw
Purple label back when niggas shirts was too large
Make the bad look good, Denzel, fuquay, woosah
I ain't got no chill button (nah)
Thought I had acne cause I'm still bumpin'
This is skill, over one hit record deal money (fuck outta here)
Ricardo TCAF one for sale money
Nothin' better than havin' bail money
Testified on me, damn are you for real homie?
All you niggas basic, I'm that nigga, face it
Misery loves company but I ain't get yo invitation (nah)
I'm with an Asian, slick as precipitation
Head right, lips amazin'
Suit and Tie, Timberlakin'
She nice, but broke niggas can't afford her
'Cause she's bad to the bone like a calcium disorder
Water

[Hook]
It was always in my plan, but I didn't think you'd understand, so I didn't talk
I showed you I became the man, moonwalkin' on a hundred grand
So when you see me gettin' this paper, shinin' like Vegas
Lookin' like I made it, nah I ain't regular
Tell 'em I'm amazin'
You better tell em I'm amazin'
Tell 'em I'm amazin'
You better tell em I'm amazin'

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