Nelly - Slow Motion (Master Plan) lyrics
[Nelly - Slow Motion Master Plan lyrics]
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Music high, lights low, cup full, smoke go
Yeah I'm leanin, but I ain't feel yet
I heard the people's watching
But I ain't went to jail yet
I'm tryina get it like I
Never did, call the auction
Place a hunned million dollar bid
Bill gates and Donald trump now
Who a nigga is i don't knock no more
They just let a nigga in
My gps set to that promise land
Stay focused I promise man
Look back, I ain't promised and
I got a master plan, that's a plan to win
Hater then, they gonn hate
Again, problem with me, better say it then
If not, then shut the fck up while I'm
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Too much on my mind, ain't got too much time
Won't catch me going broke
Specially for on hoe street shit all I know
Can't put trust in no bitch
Westing it's pimp c, I miss that ugk shit
I might not usually say shit
I mind my own bindess
Got my own money, fck my own bitches
Feed my own stomach
Take care my own children
Long as I keep hustling, in this
Can't keep my hands clean
Still got my dirty ways
My head fck that thang so
Much about my dirty days
I'm at a certain age
Where I can't make mistakes
Can't end up locked up in no cage
Where ain't no escape
I gotta find a plan, I gotta find a way
I'm just contemplating
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Music high, lights low, cup full, smoke go
Yeah I'm leanin, but I ain't feel yet
I heard the people's watching
But I ain't went to jail yet
I'm tryina get it like I
Never did, call the auction
Place a hunned million dollar bid
Bill gates and Donald trump now
Who a nigga is i don't knock no more
They just let a nigga in
My gps set to that promise land
Stay focused I promise man
Look back, I ain't promised and
I got a master plan, that's a plan to win
Hater then, they gonn hate
Again, problem with me, better say it then
If not, then shut the fck up while I'm
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Too much on my mind, ain't got too much time
Won't catch me going broke
Specially for on hoe street shit all I know
Can't put trust in no bitch
Westing it's pimp c, I miss that ugk shit
I might not usually say shit
I mind my own bindess
Got my own money, fck my own bitches
Feed my own stomach
Take care my own children
Long as I keep hustling, in this
Can't keep my hands clean
Still got my dirty ways
My head fck that thang so
Much about my dirty days
I'm at a certain age
Where I can't make mistakes
Can't end up locked up in no cage
Where ain't no escape
I gotta find a plan, I gotta find a way
I'm just contemplating
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan
Coasting in slow motion
Going on this west coast
Trippin off this potion
Tryina come out with a master plan