[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Yeah
Run that back, Turbo
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin’ God damn
My little butter pecan, she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and you need them bands
And y’all need a plan
And y’all can’t be planed
Do you understand, what the f** that I’m sayin’?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f** that I’m sayin’?
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
It’s a new day, I’m makin’ plays
[?] me Young Jefe get out of my way
Ghost buyin’ a Wraith, she said it’s not safe
Two bands on my chains bith get out of my face
Girl can’t you see it’s a lot on my plate
Girl can’t you see that they lyin’, they fake
I’m makin’ money not makin’ mistakes
Already don’t like me I know they gon’ hate
She f** me good, just like she should
She f**s me [?] as a [?] would
Ain’t leavin’, never and that’s understood
Really respect her when she in the hood
Really respect her when she in the mall
Gucci my [?] that’s how I ball
She say I’m a [?] man and I’m a boss
[?] so elegant I gotta floss
My baby [?] (yeah)
To all of my exes (what? what?)
They say that I’m eggin’ (yeah)
My b**h she intelligent (ayy)
I’m sippin’ on medicine (yeah)
They can’t get no evidence (up)
Drastic measurement (up, up)
This sh** was heaven sent (yeah, yeah)
[Hook: Shy Glizzy & Tory Lanez]
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin’ God damn (drippin’ God damn)
My little butter pecan, she got a tan (she got a tan)
Girl you need a man (need a man), and you need them bands (need them bands)
And y’all need a plan (get a plan)
And y’all can’t be planned
Do you understand, what the f** that I’m sayin’? (oh, woah)
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f** that I’m sayin’? (oh, woah)
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Do you understand? (Do you understand?)
What the f** that I’m sayin’? (f** that I’m sayin’)
‘Cause I’m all in you rubber band, yeah
I got hunnids and money bands, yeah
In the back of the van, ooh
I used to eat out the can, flew
Straight from a fly to Sudan, two
Bad lil’ b**hes done f**ed me, they know what the plan, the plan is
f**in’ you in the van and beatin’ it up like it’s
[?] no p**y that’s innocent
I f** it then put it on better days
And I be spillin’ like lemonade, I done minute maid
In Aventador, pull up in the door
And it’s any days, put you in a daze
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Do you understand? (Do you understand?)
I used to hit the corner really peachy do you want the hand? (Do you want the hand?)
I hit the block on the four (four)
All my n***as do the most (most)
Me and Glizzy like the bros
This the [?] and it goes, woah
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin’ God damn
My little butter pecan, she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and you need them bands
And y’all need a plan
And y’all can’t be planed
Do you understand, what the f** that I’m sayin’?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f** that I’m sayin’?
[Verse 3: Gunna]
We need a safe, house with the lake
Big Body Benz, really big face
[?] to your lands I see the fake
Dodgin’ the case, gotta escape
Eat everyday, I keep food on the plate
She f** me good, wake up feedin’ me great
Stones in my ears they can’t ears what you say
Me and [?] take the Rolls Royce outta space
[?] you twenty and I’m tryna race
She ’bout that money we f** at the bank
n***as time fly when you tellin’ you can’t
I order ship on the [?] and they sayin’
You gon’ get rich or just live at your rank
Got 3-0-4 watches still no time to wait
And start lookin’ at it I know what you think
You gon’ ride or die, homie down to grave (down to the grave)
It’s hard paint a picture without all the paint
I look in your eyes and I can’t see the pain
I just wanna [?] so I give her rings
Girl your diamonds don’t need a price
[?] that I know what you said
Just [?] he gon’ get me paid
[?] more chain and I’m gon’ be [?]
[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
And she soaking wet, she drippin’ God damn
My little butter pecan, she got a tan
Girl you need a man, and you need them bands
And y’all need a plan
And y’all can’t be planed
Do you understand, what the f** that I’m sayin’?
Do you understand, yeah, yeah, what the f** that I’m sayin’?