Lyrics Master Plan - Ching

(TajMoney)
TNT on the beat
Money be piling up
Now that I′m counting up, ah

Money be piling up
Now that I'm counting up
All of these bitches on me
They loving′ my style
They hope on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up the cake
Money my face, more moo-la to see
I'm on the wave
People they hate
I′m just tryna′ follow my dream

That bitch retarded
This how I started
Now a youngin' on the come up
Why they all mad, I chase for the bag
I′m steady chasing for commas
Living so lavish, hang with the baddest
Piling up, so he stacking
Do a shows on the road
I give it and go
I pass like I'm Magic
Fuck feelings, I don′t give a fuck
All of these bitches gon' play me
Swear she′s gon' give us a fuck
She sees that I'm up
Now she wants my baby
Keeping it real, keep it a buck
All of my struggles what made me
I bring the heat, I got the sauce
None of these shordies amaze me
Have you ever had a thought, of living a life that you wanted to live
Go hop in a foreign, you skrt and switch lane
I know they really gon′ see what I did
I want to be great, that′s why I go hard
Buy a house, then I buy a car
Some say I won't make it far
Got a plan I′ma hit the chart
Bad bitches in the party started that love me
See that I'm making moves
Master plan, I′ma make a mil
Invest the mil', gotta make the loot
I′m back on my own shit
Grinding all night cause I wanna make it
Sleeping at stu', I work for the cash, I ain't gonna stop til′ I′m kicking
Loyalty ain't gon′ be changing, I do this cuz they hating
I feel so underrated, I'm grinding on my, waiting
They wishing I′m gon' fall, I don′t care about who say it
I just want it all, they pray that I won't make it

Money be piling up
Now that I'm counting up
All of these bitches on me
They loving′ my style
They hop on the wave
They see who I′m destined to be
I gotta go cut up the cake
Money my face more moo-la to see
I'm on the wave
People they hate
I′m just tryna' follow my dream

Came from the slums, came from the bottom
Now pop tags, now pop more bottles
Living life good like I won the lotto
You only live once, then you heard the motto
30 round drum and the tips all hollow
Shooter make you run but he semi-auto
They all come first like they all gon′ follow
Live it up now, can't promise tomorrow
They love and they hate me, I′m just doing what I really wanna do
Wanna spend on designer clothes, wanna rock designer shoes
Gonna stop all my distractions, gonna feed my only focus
Gotta get it by myself, gotta make these people notice

Money be piling up
Now that I'm counting up
All of these bitches on me
They lovin' my style
They hop on the wave
They see who I′m destined to be
I gotta go cut up the cake
Money my face, more moo-la to see
I′m on the wave
People they hate
I'm just tryna′ follow my dream

Money be pilling up
Now that I'm counting up
All of these bitches on me
They loving′ my style
They hop on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up the cake
Money my face more moo-la to see
I′m on the wave
People they hate
I'm just tryna' follow my dream

Money be piling up
Now that I′m counting up
Yeah, Yeah, Eh