Lyrics Burna Bandz – Plottin On Who
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Lil’ nigga he don’t even know the cash rules
Feds tryna find clues like Blue’s Clues
He got that bag he ain’t know what to do
Broke ass nigga should’ve stayed in school
Young nigga winning still got a lot to lose
Fifth got a kick and it sound like boom
V12 engine it sound like vroom
She a butterfly still in a cocoon
Showed her how to boss up get to this loot
Nigga say he plottin’ nigga plottin’ on who
Kill yourself that’s what he ought to do
Go get a bag what he ought to do
Married this money like bride and groom
Might start tripping when I get in that mood
New Glocks but it ain’t nothing new
Fuck around Ima shoot
Big slime like a nigga dripping in goo
She gon’ pull up to the spot like Mr Lube
Married that money like yeah I do
Compact glizzy inside the goose
Got that wass I got that juice
VVS Diamonds they light up the room
Started from a penny the Hardaway
Then a nigga ran it up all the way
Free YV cro caught a case
We gon’ see better days that’s on everything
She gave me top she blow my mind
Fuck the hoe no we can’t wine and dine
Crody my backbone like my spine
Remember money was tight
Real trench baby I was eating in the kitchen with the mice
In the field takin’ risks nigga I ain’t scared to roll the dice
He took a loss now on that cash and now the nigga wishin he could rewind yeah uh
Lil’ nigga he don’t even know the cash rules
Feds tryna find clues like Blue’s Clues
He got that bag he ain’t know what to do
Broke ass nigga should’ve stayed in school
My niggas savage whole lot of loose screws
Young nigga winning still got a lot to lose
Fifth got a kick and it sound like boom
V12 engine it sound like vroom
She a butterfly still in a cocoon
Showed her how to boss up get to this loot
Nigga say he plottin’ nigga plottin’ on who
Kill yourself that’s what he ought to do
Go get a bag what he ought to do
Married this money like bride and groom
Might start tripping when I get in that mood
New Glocks but it ain’t nothing new
Bro on the block with a submachine
Wrap the plug up like Christmas Eve
Wizard at the pot like ’08 McGee
Lil’ nigga what would you do with a key
Had to go get it nigga ain’t shit free
Why you think I’m up late getting no sleep
Bitch said she wanna blow me like the breeze
She like how I’m fresh and so clean
Lil’ mama look good in Celine
Bro got a trap phone it’s Supreme
My shooters see him on your dreams
Lil’ bitch she a freak off the beam
Go head lil’ hoe do the team
I pour me a four of the lean
Then I spazz out on the beat
Get this bread and I’m breaking bro piece
Leave him stank like someone cut the cheese
Shit be hot like a hunnid degrees
In my city you better keep a heat, ooh yeah
Lil’ nigga he don’t even know the cash rules
Feds tryna find clues like Blue’s Clues
He got that bag he ain’t know what to do
Broke ass nigga should’ve stayed in school
My niggas savage whole lot of loose screws
Young nigga winning still got a lot to lose
Fifth got a kick and it sound like boom
V12 engine it sound like vroom
She a butterfly still in a cocoon
Showed her how to boss up get to this loot
Nigga say he plottin’ nigga plottin’ on who
Kill yourself that’s what he ought to do
Go get a bag what he ought to do
Married this money like bride and groom
Might start tripping when I get in that mood
New Glocks but it ain’t nothing new
Album
Burna Bandz – Don't Play With Fire
