Plan be you ain't tripping
Let me rob a bank at night and go between them thighs
Cocked it like a tech 9 take it off safety and won't jam
Your boyfriend's mugging me
But thugs ain't tripping keep on hugging me
And tell me how you want it (how you want it)
And we can have sex from 6:00 to 7 in the morning.
Some say I'm a sucker for love
But the hardest niggas need us so blame I'm a thug
Pull out the red carpets when I come through
Never tripping making our ghetto wishes to come true
Don't blame it on the hangover
Blame it on the benzo and Lorenzo
And the way I spit game when it's going past ten I got to be in it like a
So here's the keys to my ride
And if you bout it my flight ride will be fly
Plan be everybody needs one
Plan be call me when you need some x4
[Sons of Funk in background]
I don't see nothing wrong
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
Maybe it's the hennesey I want to give it to you
Have you screaming No Limit Soldier when I'm finished with you
Now turn the lights out ain't nobody here but us
Girl your s hitting you got me feeling some lust
So many playas in the ghetto you don't know who to trust
They tell you riding with this thug might be dangerous
Now sip the champagne hit the green let me play with your hair
Take you to Victoria's Secrets pick out something to wear
Getting hot cause you like the TVs in my 600
Keep it on the low don't tell your man we done it put my 9 on the dresser
Kane & Abel, Silkk The Shocker, Master P, Sons of Funk
Go run and tell your girls bout a night with a soldier it ain't no limit