The Plan (Feat. Juicy J)

[Intro] I looked in the mirror today And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh) [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] 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! Rollin' papers and Mary J I made eleven mill and I'm still the same [Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] x2 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 [Verse 2: 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 For real! [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Eighteen racks I paid it though 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 bad bitch 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 [Hook]