Plot Music lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, as I proceed to hit the motherf*ckin
Smoke a zone all alone, don't tell me nothing
Let 'em roam, lone wolf lost freinds to gun shots
And at my other homies, judges thrown books
Now it visitation, pictures of my new places
Snapshots of the drops til y'all get back to the paper
Just make it out baby we gon have the jets waiting
Champagne on the planes, or vodka wit the lemon twist
Flyin over hoes, literally higher than a b*tch
Go and buy my own clothes, ain't no stylist hand me this
Them n*ggas know where the got it from
Disrespectful motherf*cka, would be dead if they was in the mafia
And the circle grows stronger, no more leeches on us
Creepin on the come up, rim cutlass cuttin' corners
Pimpin, I'ma business owner
b*tches know we on the rise, so they run up, like whatup

[Hook]
Yeah
Yeah
(Surrounded by) All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
Yeah
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
(surrounded by)
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
All my cars, all my weed
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Teaching ya hoes how to roll that weed
Coppin sportscars at a break neck speed
Do yourself in tryna do it like the G's
Professinal, you ball for the bitties
Peace, I'll see you n*ggas later
See you with barnoculars I'm balcony too far away bruh
Vacation Jamaica, not sure how long I stay for
Live fast this whole week, feeling like one day, ma
Don't know what to say bout me, I'm not a break out artist
I been grinding since you was on a playground
Stayed down, started on a greyhound
Know I'm on my own tour bus, b*tch look at us, hey now
b*tches came round, took off gowns
Broke real n*ggas off, rolled up a ounce, then bounced
Type of girls I like, do they dirt then skirt
Ain't no cuddlin'or nuffin, just f*ck and get back to work
A boss in a Lacoste shirt or Ralph Lauren
Steerin a McLaren on a Autobahn, berserk
Life is a b*tch, take her for all she worth
Bring her back to the table we gon all get a plate, fool
Watchu say fool?

[Chours]
All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
(Surrounded by)
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
All my cars, all my weed, all my n*ggas
All my cars, all my weed, all my b*tches
All my cars, all my weed (All my n*ggas)
All my cars, all my weed (All my b*tches)
All my cars, all my weed (All my n*ggas)
All my cars, all my weed (All my b*tches)