Planned It Lyrics

Yeah I got the Vlone it's all on my clothes

Yeah cuz I got designer on me

And that boy wanna be me he really my clone

Got a whole brand new whip with the red on the seat

And I don't even write I just hop on the beat

Man I feel like a king how she get on her knees

I can get me a baby, a lady, on any occasion

Got all the lil baddies on me

And I keep all of my baddies on fleek

She pull down the zipper to suck on this meat

And she high off the blunt that we smoking, she wet like the ocean

I rub on her thighs and her feet

And I'm doing the dash with no doors on the Jeep

And my fashion expensive, yo fashion cheap

I hop on the freeway my shit going fast like a cheetah

On 10 like my name was Tyreek

Got on Cartier glasses can't see what I see

Got kicked out the spot like a fucking Chinese

As long as I got all my real ones and making some money

That's all that I'm really gone need

I be high like a rocket I'm up on the moon

And she riding on me like a witch on a broom

That boy tried to rush me I laid his ah down like an Iron

And sent his ah right to his doom

In love with the music I stay in the stu

And all the baddies be playing my tunes

All you gone see is drip all in my room

But that shit ain't nun new

I got the veneers on my tooth

I'm the hottest younging in the room

(Nigga in the room)

(Yeah I'm the hottest nigga in the room)

(I'm the hottest nigga in the room)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah it's time to go run it up

Give a fuck cuz I'm counting my money up

At the club and I'm finna go turn it up

Who is he because I never heard of em

I be switching shit up like an audible

Get you lit like a mufucking edible

I'm so high that I can't even take no more

Talking that shit but I never even gave a fuck

See the drip they asking where I get it from

Asking me for money Ian giving none

Said he want a feature Ian give him one

I'm the biggest dog and you the little one

Rocking Louis V with the Saint Laurent

Who a better rapper? I can't think of one

And my nigga Rell, he a day one

I got foreign on me like an alien

Yeah I got the Vlone it's all on my clothes

Yeah cuz I got designer on me

And that boy wanna be me he really my clone

Got a whole brand new whip with the red on the seat

And I don't even write I just hop on the beat

Man I feel like a king how she get on her knees

I can get me a baby, a lady, on any occasion

Got all the lil baddies on me

And I keep all of my baddies on fleek

She pull down the zipper to suck on this meat

And she high off the blunt that we smoking, she wet like the ocean

I rub on her thighs and her feet

And I'm doing the dash with no doors on the Jeep

And my fashion expensive, yo fashion cheap

I hop on the freeway my shit going fast like a cheetah

On 10 like my name was Tyreek