Lucki - The MasterPlan lyrics

[Intro] Alright cool, damn. f**ing tweakin' man What? Aw I forgot I was supposed to talk Look this the master plan This the way to get f**ing money And just get b**hes forever...I guess [Verse] I know this b**h that know this n***a He be making wild bucks His pockets antlers on yo' windshield He be making wild bucks She f** him right, she set him up He gon be making wild bucks We Ric Flair without a ref We gon be going all nuts Talking cash, gold I mad live Goofy hoes call mad dibs That cash money calling them birds That Baby ad-lib Got 3 Cali connects They sound the same I call em Pac Div Long as I send em unjived turkeys We good timing, white men I'm good timing I got a whole variety Even dishing them dimes in Looking like Nash in prime And Dame Dash throwing diamonds To junkies I'm the People's Champ Long as I keep the rocks man Still stuntin', yeah we still stuntin... [Outro] This is for yo' b**h For real Black I really deserve this gold watch For real, like f** all the deals just give me the watch (f** you talking bout) I just f**ing like, did the most Master plan, get money, get b**hes That is perfect.....