Artist: Wiz Khalifa f/ Juicy J (Three 6 Mafia)
Album:  O.N.I.F.C.
Song:   The Plan
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Juicy J]
I'm gettin' high as fuck in this; trippy niggas
Must be some real shit though
Let's get it, hear we go...

[Wiz Khalifa]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life
Hahahaha, uhh...

I done smoked weed where they said I can't, got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane and brought all my niggas when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't, bought some shit that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't, promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint, go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane, Nudie jeans with my get up mane!
+Rolling Papers+ and Mary J; I made eleven mill and I'm still the same

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] + (Juicy J)
What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man? All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan, but all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins, ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man; out of all these niggas I'm the realest man
(What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man? All of this and I'm still the man)
(Thought of this when I was just a fan, but all this money wasn't in the plan)
(Now it's all about them Benjamins, ballin' hard and you in the stands)
(All this money I'm a business man; out of all these niggas I'm the realest man)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these niggas, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin'
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them fuck niggas start hatin'
Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you; shout out my gang
And my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you - fo' real!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Eighteen racks, I pay the dough to send them goons straight to ya door
To show you niggas what's real and let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk, Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself, we gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums
Boat load no babbage, good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish, big real estate sittin' on land bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me, I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas, no security bitch so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up, mob niggas man real criminals
If a nigga find you they gon' hit ya up, with a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us, they gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your niggas get murked, your niggas in jail, my team gettin' money stay full of drugs

[Chorus]