Plan B - Iamsu!

Find me in the bay, find me in the bay

Made 20k spent it all today

No time for a hater go that way

I’m the biggest thing since Mac Dre

Same afro same mojo

All that dough you don’t throw, Tony Romo

Everyday shine, everyday grind fool

You can tell it’s mine by the baseline fool

Put my city put my city put my city on

You wanna hear about my closet I need 50 songs

Product of the hustle and hard work

Art work, tell these niggas freeze like fosters

Impostors, fake rappers they need Oscars

Check the roster, white collar money from concerts

Money bonkers

Started from the bottom but ended up in her tonsils

We ain’t playing with you squares this ain’t a console

Noooo, I don’t got a Plan B

I’m full time understand me

I’m on the grind understand me

Count the money split it up with my family

And that’s all

I don’t got a Plan B

I’m full time understand me

I’m on the grind understand me

Count the money split it up with the family

And that’s all

Losing ain’t an option

When you see me I’m thinking green

Probably with the team, probably with your main

Ya mean, money in my balmains, everyday styling

I do Magic City, I don’t do the little darlings

Daddy to these rappers they my offspring

All I do is gas, 91 octane

Riding in the fast lane catch me if you can

See a hundred grand, do the running man

Straight to it direct, all I do is finesse

Fresh dress to the death of the me

Cook it up got the recipe

Yes indeed I be extra clean

Kill the beat may it rest in peace

Everyday I ball but they ain’t seeing me or catching me

I believe that I’m fly, I believe that I’m high

Smoke sativa’s until I got parentheses for my eyes

Understand that I’m trill, never needed to lie

HBK be the gang, I’ma hold it down until I die

20−1-4 and beyond making a statement

I’m losing patience, and I’m ready to make replacements

Been trying to fill that position for ages

On this rampage since Nelly wore a bandaid

I’m out here, nigga this our year, we full throttle

Full time, call the me rap American Idol

23 like Michael before the 45 in the finals

Let me get on top of shit, I heard they wanted confidence

Lord knows, I’m about to blow and it’s not because of my wardrobe

But I’m fly as hell so I might as well

Can’t you tell I’m ready for action without the talking

Sold out shows tour the world until I’m exhausted

Roger that, on stage smoking bringing the knowledge back

You want some hits well that ain’t shit we got a lot of that

He from the desert with the flavor and the effort

If I fail my Plan B it’s to do Plan A better