[Verse 1: 2 Eleven]
(Yeah)
(Okay)
(That sound good)
(Yeah)
(That's right)
Phil Jack playbook, full court pressure
I'm D Fish in the clutch, n***a, .4 seconds
Escalade V getting chauffeured to western
This cuban link alone cost a n***a 'bout a Lexus
Watch the progress turn right into profits
I was born broke, but I'ma die rich
N***a, yeah, my lifestyle monetized, capturing the content
Flight risk, every time they see me, I'm on fly shit
Ain't no similarities, bitch, ain''t no comparing me
3 or 4 girlfriends, they don't mind sharing me
I'm visioning a billion dollars, n***a, that's imperative
Looking good at it too, getting off my narrative
L.V. trainers, two bands for a pair of these
Bitch for thе streets, yeah, that pussy up for charity
I shine when thе lights off, n***a, check my clarity
Scared money don't make none, so it ain't no fear in me

[Verse 2: Trizz]
(Aye) I made more off rapping than n***as made off capping
And yapping about how they sold packs in the trap, n***a
They talk behind my back, then give me dap, n***a
I don't trip over the hate, my pockets fat, n***a
I'm outside, while you n***as work a 9 to 5
Driving in your bitch ride, on live acting like you shine
I can see you n***as blind, like you ain't got no eyes
Telling all these lies behind the grind and carry a 9
N***as bitch made, spending what your bitch made
I'm sharp as a switchblade, every day I get paid
I'm taking off like sick days, grinding til I get greys
They taking shots at me, but they missed, I barely get grazed
N***as think they can fuck with me, so delusional
Envious as usual, n***as deserve a funeral
I'm losing hope, I'm giving up like I'm using dope
Sorry ass n***as is worthless, you need to use a rope
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Makin plays, makin plays (every day)
Makin plays, makin plays (in every way)
Makin plays, makin plays (fuck up out the way)
Makin plays, stay in your place (bitch)

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Got the cosign from LeBron, quoting my rhymes
Shot me his autograph kicks, I throw them to my son in law
Number one draft pick, far as this rap shit
My favorite player was Nick for I had to shoot with a 9
That's a double en tan, you n***as know where I'm from
It's 2 Eleven and Soul, even spirits is gettin robbed
Hit a lick, then get my dick sucked
Like make it make sense
Roll a spliff, then turn a page of my playbook
Great Western Forum, boy oh boy
Crypto floor seats watching AD score
Lets change games, no, really, I'm really changing the game
Mookie Betts with the stick, got them running home from the gang n them
Your bitch stay DMin me, I'm a Dodger, though
The wave slick enough to mix oil and water hoe
Bust your whole thing down to a follicle
Two Tone Plane Jane, you know what time it is
I done been
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Makin plays, makin plays (every day)
Makin plays, makin plays (in every way)
Makin plays, makin plays (fuck up out the way)
Makin plays, stay in your place (bitch)