Plain Jane (Explicit) - Rich The Kid/Ye

Composed by：Dimitri Roger/Kanye West

Yeah yeah

I let security pull up for you

Yeah yeah

I'm the only nigga that'll take a bullet for you

Yeah yeah

Plain Jane I don't even do the bust down

Yeah

Skip got that bounce it go crazy

I went straight to the Mase' ain't have a Honda

Skrrt

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She won't tell me she love me I'm ******* on her ******* on her

Always **** with a ***** got a bag on her bag

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me

Racks

Always steppin' nobody ain't steppin' for me

Facts

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole

Yeah yeah

F**** ain't mine she owned by the streets

Going out sad that can't be me me

P***y real good but it come with a fee fee

He got a Lamb' but it come with a lease skrrt

Look at my neck and wrist on fleek on fleek

Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee vaow baow baow

Head real good don't scrape with her teeth teeth

Work at the bank but she **** for the cheap what

Finna cop a jet I need a pilot pilot

Fresher than you don't need a stylist yeah

Feel like I'm ******** on everybody yeah

My first car that was a Maserati no cap

Look at my wrist that's factory

Plain Patek cost two hundred lowkey two hundred lowkey

Baby mama tryna put the people on me what

Young nigga **** I'm still an OG Rich

I went straight to the Mase' ain't have a Honda skrrt

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She won't tell me she love me I'm ******* on her ******* on her

Always **** with a ***** got a bag on her bag

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me racks

Always steppin' nobody ain't steppin' for me facts

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole yeah yeah

Mm is it real real real

Is it

Is it

Is it is it real

It can't be it can't be real

This can't be real

This can't be real

This can't be real

This can't be

Wouldn't like me when I'm angry

Lot of niggas wanna aim me

And the slaves tried to hang me

Everything that they can't be

Drop a milli' on a pinky

Hella rich money filthy

Want some well you ain't P

Buy a piece that you ain't peep

Where you at nigga you ain't deep

New ***** that you can't keep

For the ice I bought a plain piece

I don't know somethin' changed me

I don't know somethin' changed me

Slave niggas tried to hang me

Where I be at mainly

London

I went straight to the Mase' ain't have a Honda skrrt

Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama

She won't tell me she love me I'm ******* on her ******* on her

Always **** with a ***** got a bag on her bag

Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me racks

Always steppin' nobody ain't steppin' for me facts

Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie

And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole

Yeah yeah