Summer Plans by Michael Benan Lyrics
[Hook]
Rolling through the city and I’m in the Chrysler
I see that you dressing nice but I’m dressing nicer
I got money coming in Wall Street pied piper
I swear that the world is mine like I’m Michelle pfifer
People turned when I spoke but I am no biker
Got baguetties on the chain no this ain't no Micah
Everybody taking photos like a tourist
And I be stacking my green no forest
I be growing to the top no flourist
I be singing symphonys no chorus
[Verse]
Hey ferb I know what we going to do today
Imma slice up my voice like a fish fillet
Your girl at my crib Ask if she can say
I be like um maybe a nother day
Because I'm busy
Like signals Up on your celly
Whenever you try to tell me
I’m fresher than local deli’s
I get my cheese and I’m gooda
At flowing than barracudas
Listen good or ill fool ya
Kick you in time like a muller
That’s a watch and a burro
Paint pictures with the word play no mural
If genius was Reading this they’d need to be thorough
My mind shares 3 lives on 2 sides trumbo
Sliding like a trombone
Step away from my throne
I need to be left lone
Stepping in the vlone
Need to get out me home
Cause its boring at me casa
I be feeling like a monsta
And my tea is always kava
My flow be so hot like lava
I do not care bout the rara
All these little rappers caca
And I just might Flush them
Im taking time with these raps I don’t rush them
I be out here like a mime I might hush them
Hydraulic press I might mess around and crush them
And bust them
I give you concussion
There is no discussion
That I am disgusting
These weirdos be lusting
I block them they fussing
The rap game I’m dusting
And my grills I’m brushing
But who really cares
I be giving my luck to the man that is upstairs
[Hook]
Rolling through the city and I’m in the Chrysler
I see that you dressing nice but I’m dressing nicer
I got money coming in Wall Street pied piper
I swear that the world is mine like I’m Michelle pfifer
People turned when I spoke but I am no biker
Got baguetties on the chain no this ain't no Micah
Everybody taking photos like a tourist
And I be stacking my green no forest
I be growing to the top no flourist
I be singing symphonys no chorus
Rolling through the city and I’m in the Chrysler
I see that you dressing nice but I’m dressing nicer
I got money coming in Wall Street pied piper
I swear that the world is mine like I’m Michelle pfifer
People turned when I spoke but I am no biker
Got baguetties on the chain no this ain't no Micah
Everybody taking photos like a tourist
And I be stacking my green no forest
I be growing to the top no flourist
I be singing symphonys no chorus
[Verse]
Hey ferb I know what we going to do today
Imma slice up my voice like a fish fillet
Your girl at my crib Ask if she can say
I be like um maybe a nother day
Because I'm busy
Like signals Up on your celly
Whenever you try to tell me
I’m fresher than local deli’s
I get my cheese and I’m gooda
At flowing than barracudas
Listen good or ill fool ya
Kick you in time like a muller
That’s a watch and a burro
Paint pictures with the word play no mural
If genius was Reading this they’d need to be thorough
My mind shares 3 lives on 2 sides trumbo
Sliding like a trombone
Step away from my throne
I need to be left lone
Stepping in the vlone
Need to get out me home
Cause its boring at me casa
I be feeling like a monsta
And my tea is always kava
My flow be so hot like lava
I do not care bout the rara
All these little rappers caca
And I just might Flush them
Im taking time with these raps I don’t rush them
I be out here like a mime I might hush them
Hydraulic press I might mess around and crush them
And bust them
I give you concussion
There is no discussion
That I am disgusting
These weirdos be lusting
I block them they fussing
The rap game I’m dusting
And my grills I’m brushing
But who really cares
I be giving my luck to the man that is upstairs
[Hook]
Rolling through the city and I’m in the Chrysler
I see that you dressing nice but I’m dressing nicer
I got money coming in Wall Street pied piper
I swear that the world is mine like I’m Michelle pfifer
People turned when I spoke but I am no biker
Got baguetties on the chain no this ain't no Micah
Everybody taking photos like a tourist
And I be stacking my green no forest
I be growing to the top no flourist
I be singing symphonys no chorus