[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'

[Outro]

This is for yo' bitch

For real, Black, I really deserve this gold watch, for real, like

Fuck-fuck all the deals, just give me the watch (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

I just fuckin' like did the most

Master plan, get money, get bitches, that is perfect