[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus]
Two hundred thousand on my neck, shit, I wanna be me too
A thirty-ball on my wrist, shit, I wanna be me too
That nigga's a bum, a poindexter, shit, I wanna be me too
Everything goes my way, shit, I wanna be me
Two hundred thousand on my neck, shit, I wanna be me too
A thirty-ball on my wrist, shit, I wanna be me too
That nigga's a bum, a poindexter, shit, I wanna be me too
Everything goes my way, shit, I wanna be me too
[Verse 1]
Everything goes my way, bitch, shit, I wanna be me too
Give me, give me, give me, bitch said I'm actin' like I'm two
Everybody think they pastors, now what y'all called thе Plug food?
You paid for spaghetti and meatballs, bitch, you thought I was gon' hug you?
You broke, homеless, and mad, shit, I wanna be me too
The Plug always got some cash, shit, I wanna be me too
220 on the dash, bitch, I wanna be me too
My diamonds breakdancin', shit, I wanna be me too
We gettin' money all year long, nigga, it's not just seasonal
They love the Stincs so proceed, shit, the Plug gettin' regional
They thought this shit was over with, they thought I wasn't gon' keep it goin'?
I still got more money and heat than niggas and it's showin'
Now in middle schools and three camp pros and I kept on thuggin'
Beat an indictment, walk the three-yard and I still ain't fumble
I lost Ketchy, I lost Drakeo and I still don't trust you
Shit can get weird in LA, rest in peace Nip Hussle, the plug
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
[Chorus]
Two hundred thousand on my neck, shit, I wanna be me too
A thirty-ball on my wrist, shit, I wanna be me too
That nigga's a bum, a poindexter, shit, I wanna be me too
Everything goes my way, shit, I wanna be me
Two hundred thousand on my neck, shit, I wanna be me too
A thirty-ball on my wrist, shit, I wanna be me too
That nigga's a bum, a poindexter, shit, I wanna be me too
Everything goes my way, shit, I wanna be me too
[Verse 1]
Everything goes my way, bitch, shit, I wanna be me too
Give me, give me, give me, bitch said I'm actin' like I'm two
Everybody think they pastors, now what y'all called thе Plug food?
You paid for spaghetti and meatballs, bitch, you thought I was gon' hug you?
You broke, homеless, and mad, shit, I wanna be me too
The Plug always got some cash, shit, I wanna be me too
220 on the dash, bitch, I wanna be me too
My diamonds breakdancin', shit, I wanna be me too
We gettin' money all year long, nigga, it's not just seasonal
They love the Stincs so proceed, shit, the Plug gettin' regional
They thought this shit was over with, they thought I wasn't gon' keep it goin'?
I still got more money and heat than niggas and it's showin'
Now in middle schools and three camp pros and I kept on thuggin'
Beat an indictment, walk the three-yard and I still ain't fumble
I lost Ketchy, I lost Drakeo and I still don't trust you
Shit can get weird in LA, rest in peace Nip Hussle, the plug
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