The MasterPlan LUCKI

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[Intro]
Alright, cool, damn
Fuckin' tweakin', man
(Super)
What?
Ah, I forgot I was supposed to talk
Ah, look, but this the master plan
This the way to get fuckin' money
And just get bitches forever, I guess
Look, yo

[Verse]
I know this bitch that know this nigga that be makin' wild bucks
His pockets antlers on yo' windshield, he be makin' wild bucks
She fuck him right, she set him up, he gon' be makin' wild bucks
We Ric Flair without a ref, we gon' be goin' all nuts
Talking on cash, gold, I mad live, goofy hoes call mad dibs
That cash money callin' 'em birds, that Baby ad-lib
Got three Cali connects, they sound the same, I call 'em Pac Div
Long as I send 'em unjived turkeys, we good timin'
We good timin', white men, I'm good timin'
I got a whole variety, even dishin' them dimes in
Looking like Nash in prime and Dame Dash throwin' diamonds
To junkies, I'm the people's champ, long as I keep the rocks, man
Still stuntin', yeah, we still stuntin'