[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything'll be perfect for you man, all you gotta do is fuckin' listen
(Billboard Hitmakers)
You dig? I'm on my chrome heart shit, you know what I'm sayin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my bands (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I wan' get paid like every day
I just wan' ball like every day my birthday
I just bought some watches but I'm still late
I see you and your baby lookin' thirsty
Ayy, I'm workin' 'em
Insertin' 'em, hmm, I'm fuckin', I'm birthin' 'em
Huh, they babies, I'm nursin' 'em
Hmm, she stranded, she lurkin' 'em
Hmm, I'm hot and I'm irkin' 'em
Uh, I packed up some Percs in there
I packed up the work in there
I sent it with caution
These n***as be fraudin'
These n***as be flossin'
They bitches, they dodgin'
They run from a gangsta n***a
They ain't used to no weapons
All they know is these lame lil n***as
Bro what you bang lil n***a?
[?] lil n***a
The shit you do lame, boy
Get some salt on your name, boy
I'm smokin' that ganja, got some ice on my fore arm
When I cum, she gon' cum, yeah
Make her cheer with no pompoms, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what you sayin')
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Perky mixed with Xans, Perky mixed with Xans (Xans)
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Ayy-hey)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Them racks came in by the ten, I lost all my friends
New Forgiato rims, new '63 Benz
Took risks for the fam, look out for my kin
I grind 'till the end, Tom Ford on my lens
How much a n***a gon' spend 'till I make a mil' for my family
Them n***as, they thought I was average
I didn't run when them n***as was after me
Chanel on my feet, call 'em double C's
I'm a loc but I run with a bumblebee
We some stoners, get high, we gon' smoke a tree
I rock ice, I'ma drip, you gon' notice me
Bitches lookin' at the man
I know you diggin' what I'm sayin'
[?] with bands
Pointers in a wedding band
Take a trip across the land
Organic weight, I'm gainin' fans
I'm tryna make this shit expand
They didn't wanna give me a chance
So we made a plan
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I told my bitch the plan, told my bitch the plan (Ayy)
I feel like puttin' on my mans, puttin' on my mans (Ayy)
She dig what I'm sayin', dig what I'm sayin' (Ayy)
I might go buy a Lamb' and put it on land (Ayy-hey)
I just bought some Stans, some Adidas Stans (Ayy)
Take over Pakistan, Pakistan (Ayy-hey)
Percy mixed with Xans, Percy mixed with Xans (Xans)
We don't play, we sprayin' right out the van (Brrr-brrr)