The MasterPlan lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, cool, damn
f*ckin' tweakin', man
(Super)
What?
Ah, I forgot I was supposed to talk
Ah, look, but this the master plan
This the way to get f*ckin' money
And just get b*tches forever, I guess
Look, yo

[Verse]
I know this b*tch that know this n*gga that be makin' wild bucks
His pockets antlers on yo' windshield, he be makin' wild bucks
She f*ck 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' b*tch
For real, Black, I really deserve this gold watch, for real, like
f*ck-f*ck all the deals, just give me the watch (f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
I just f*ckin' like did the most
Master plan, get money, get b*tches, that is perfect