The Plan Yamine

(Chorus:Yamine)
Oop. yeah the plan
Yup yeah the plan
Yes that’s the plan
Nope that’s the plan
Yeah it’s the plan
Gosh it’s the plan
Yes I got a plan
And it’s the plan (repeat)

(Verse 1: Yamine)
Yes, the plan
And the fans
No more money
It's in the trash can
When you broke
You bleed in advance
When you smoke
You float up in that van
I've been sipping and dripping
Then mixing that Sprite
Half pint of lean with purple just right
Fucking with me you niggas gone see light
I don't come in the day, I travel at night
Yamine equals codeine
And BJ equals no freeze
I've been in and out of the A
But in Indiana they don't like the Hayes
Look at her Glaze
Look at the phrase
No more money matching with that phase
Body shifting, I'm just shitting
Fucking bitches, giving snitches stitches
I don't give a damn tattle tale and get into them ditches
While my niggas beat you down, I'm counting my digits