Va-Cay & Jmo - Right Now Lyrics

I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now
I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now

Aye, I been working all night thats the plan, gotta keep it going gotta get it how I can
Do it this for my city yea I do this for the fam, I know God got me I know im in good hands (aye)
Got em all hating they nervous, hittin the block and im swervin
Double the price now they hurtin, dont want yo bitch yea I curved her
Got em all watching they lurking, got them hoes serving they purpose
Working so hard yea its worth it , spending the time I deserve it (aye)
Ima be the one and only, working for the dollars ima make em show me
Working always grindin yea I keep it low key, now I'm making money everybody know me (aye)
Gotta keep it going im movin, nigga you dont wanna do it
Dont gotta say it I'm proven, hating on me and you loosin
Got my shi playin they groovin, wit a new baddie make movies
All in the tub in the cuzzi, living my life yea the coolest

I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now
I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now

All of these blessings coming God working overtime
I left that life alone ain't gotta look over my shoulder now
Ain't gotta cry no more that's what I told my momma now
I grinded for this life, my struggle is over now
Chase your dreams and get that bag my momma told me
Not many make it out I guess that I was chosen
I trust myself and I grind like nobody owe me
Straight out the trenches and now I'm selling out the nose bleeds

I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now
I feel like the man right now, all this in my hands right now
Pop a rubber band right now, this is Gods Plan right now

Uh, had to chase my dreams or id never live it
There was colder times, I told my moms, let God be my witness
Ran it all up with my own two feet, he a dream chaser always hanging with them bad tings
So now im pullin up on my block, doing the things im knowin you not
I went parasailing in the Caiman Islands, Air Forced home like Barack
I buy different diamonds with different clients, VVS light up the spot
Dont talk bout it, dont brag about it, low-key something you not
I share airfare with my day ones, never known a day two
A big wrist a big price, my ice drip it stay coo
A flight list with my bitch, on private islands we lay nude
All my niggas they getting paid, we stayed down we stayed true
Never needed no luck, made a milli out of a buck
Went from hood rats and hood whips, to baddies all in my truck
Smoking on rapper weed, eating rap chips, got goodie all in my cup
Yea I worked hard, I thank God, now the world show the kid love, yea