I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans Yeah, know you can do with no hands But at least let you give you advances Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah So let me show you, hands like this So let me show you, yeah And put your hands like this I'm on some other shit, my cup is full of Ace She got a truck that's full of bass Yeah, she ain't paint the pretty on, it's stuck up on her face Yeah, she wanna leave her city and come to where I stay, yeah She really a freak the way she – on my, ayy, yeah Jump inside my ride, cut off on the interstate, yeah Right hand on her, ah, I can't wait to see the cake, yeah Steppin' out of my whip, you turnin' heads at the valet, yeah Shit, fuck else can I say? Yeah My shawty get to the bag, dog, that's somethin' the gang used to Got her eyes on green, fuck a stream, fuck a Hulu You fuckin' up her place, dog, she seein' red, no YouTube Broke nig' can't play it off, he stuck there, he glued (ooh) I been rich for a decade and shit still feel new (ooh) I still ain't got on no jet plane, I'm savin' that for you (ooh) I just got a new check, send a text, where you at? (Ooh) Two hundred on that, now that's a flex, where you at? I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (ooh) Yeah, know you can do with no hands But at least let you give you advances Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah So let me show you, hands like this So let me show you, yeah And put your hands like this now Let me put you on some lamb chop shit and off that Popeye Talkin' 'bout [?] steaks and shit, won't do no Five Guys I like my bitch hood, know what I'm sayin', with a lil' bougie Got a lil' theatre in the house, no, I won't go to the movies We ain't doin' Don Julio, we done stepped that shit up I put [?] on the [Bim?], we had to wet that shit up We won't never take luggage, we just shop when we land When your bag big enough, you ain't gotta make plans Wake up one mornin', feel like you wanna slide, we go to Turks Wake up one mornin', you feelin' a lil' saint, we go to church I remember bein' in public school like used to eat free lunch Now a nigga wake up every mornin' do what the fuck he want I know you got plans, plans I see you makin' 'em, you makin' plans on plans (ooh) Yeah, know you can do with no hands But at least let you give you advances Spend two hundred bands like this You ain't never seen fifty bands like this, no, yeah (oh) So let me show you, hands like this So let me show you, yeah And put your hands like this now