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Plain Jane
3,589
Hip-Hop/Rap
Plain Jane was released on July 19, 2024 by RTK/gamma. as a part of the album Life's A Gamble
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Release DateJuly 19, 2024
LabelRTK/gamma.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Roger Breault
Ryan Roger Breault
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Legendary Traxster
The Legendary Traxster
Mixing Engineer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer
Skip On Da Beat
Skip On Da Beat
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the only **** 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)
[Chorus]
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, 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)
[Verse 1]
Bitch ain't mine, she owned by the streets
Going out sad, that can't be me (Me)
Pussy 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 (Baow, baow, baow)
Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth)
Work at the bank, but she fuck 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 shittin' 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 **** shit, I'm still an OG (Rich)
[Chorus]
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, 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)
[Bridge]
Mm, is it real?
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—
[Verse 2]
Wouldn't like me when I'm angry
Lot of **** 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? ****, you ain't deep
New bitch 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 **** tried to hang me
Where I be at mainly?
London
[Chorus]
I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt)
Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama
She gon' tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her)
Always fuck with a bitch, 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)
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Kanye West
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