What the damage?
What the plan is?
I call the pilot, I don't check baggage
We living lavish
Smoking that cabbage
You looking at a instant classic

You looking at a instant classic
You looking at a instant classic

No one iller, I'm fo' realer
True go-getter, don't play wit' her (no)
This ain't mink, homie, this chinchilla (this chinchilla)
Trips to villas, coconut sippers
I can't stand no hating-ass nigga (uh, uh)
Cut they heads off, place 'em on my pillars
Run up if you want, my hitta
Will not miss when he pull that trigger (uh)
uh, uh, I'm flowin' like a river
While he rolling my Swisher (my shit)
You looking at the legend in the mirror
Damn, it don't get much bigger, uh (gang)

What the damage?
What the plan is?
I call the pilot, I don't check baggage (nah)
We living lavish
Smoking that cabbage
You looking at a instant classic

You looking at a instant classic
You looking at a instant classic

Percy Miller, I'm so Thriller
Only competition is the man in the mirror
Running this shit, hopping in and out of sprinters
A bitch slimmer, but I'm still the breadwinner
Self-made, well known to keep it realer
Stay paid, learned from my local drug dealers
Use to watch the Grammys with a tv dinner
Now I sit front row waiting to see if I'm the winner (uh)
Just speaking over my life and stacking figures
Wanna see major notes and keep it low like a tenor
If I hit the stage then you know they sent the scrilla
They fiend for the kid
I'm something like a big dealer, nigga

What the damage?
What the plan is?
I call the pilot, I don't check baggage (nah)
We living lavish
Smoking that cabbage
You looking at a instant classic

You looking at a instant classic
You looking at a instant classic

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Clyde Ellison, Harold Lilly, Harry Mejia, Hasben Jones