[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything'll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is fuckin' listen
(Billboard Hitmakers)
You dig? I'm on my chrome heart shit, you know what I'm sayin'
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my bands (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I wan' get paid like every day
I just wan' ball like every day my birthday
I just bought some watches but I'm still late
I see you and your baby lookin' thirsty
Ayy, I'm workin' 'em
Insertin' 'em, hmm, I'm fuckin', I'm birthin' 'em
Huh, they babies, I'm nursin' 'em
Hmm, she stranded, she lurkin' 'em
Hmm, I'm hot and I'm irkin' 'em
Uh, I packed up some Percs in there
I packed up the work in there
I sent it with caution
These niggas be fraudin'
These niggas be flossin'
They bitches, they dodgin'
They run from a gangsta nigga
They ain't used to no weapons
All they know is these lame lil niggas
Bro what you bang lil nigga?
[?] lil nigga
The shit you do lame, boy
Get some salt on your name, boy
I'm smokin' that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm
When I cum, she gon' cum, yeah
Make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah
Everything'll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is fuckin' listen
(Billboard Hitmakers)
You dig? I'm on my chrome heart shit, you know what I'm sayin'
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my bands (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I wan' get paid like every day
I just wan' ball like every day my birthday
I just bought some watches but I'm still late
I see you and your baby lookin' thirsty
Ayy, I'm workin' 'em
Insertin' 'em, hmm, I'm fuckin', I'm birthin' 'em
Huh, they babies, I'm nursin' 'em
Hmm, she stranded, she lurkin' 'em
Hmm, I'm hot and I'm irkin' 'em
Uh, I packed up some Percs in there
I packed up the work in there
I sent it with caution
These niggas be fraudin'
These niggas be flossin'
They bitches, they dodgin'
They run from a gangsta nigga
They ain't used to no weapons
All they know is these lame lil niggas
Bro what you bang lil nigga?
[?] lil nigga
The shit you do lame, boy
Get some salt on your name, boy
I'm smokin' that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm
When I cum, she gon' cum, yeah
Make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah
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