(Chorus) Paul Wall, Pimp C, Mike Jones samples
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
(Verse 1) Matte
I'm drippin' the sauce, I ain't trippin' I'm boss, I'm spendin' the cost, baby
I'm dippin' I'm ghost, you went in at fo', call me when you get off, maybe
I'm givin' you hope, I'm really tryna explore ya, girl
At this point, I would do anything for ya, girl
You gotta make me not want a different woman
I gotta feel like when I'm with you, it's exclusive
Spoiling you like royalty if you loyal to me
I take you by the hand, and ask you what it's going to be
Cuz ladies come, ladies go in and out my do'
Some ladies never come back, most come back for mo'
Only a few can kick back, most got to go
You can only blame the game, you got to know
(Chorus) Paul Wall, Pimp C, Mike Jones samples
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
(Verse 2) Sonny Dutch
Who am I? Sonny Dutch
With your main dame, about roll up
Pimpin' been in my blood
Since pimpin' been pimpin', why you think these girlies showing up?
Must be crazy, you never heard of us, Sho'nuff, I'm top shogun
Cream Cheese spread on everything, that's on everything like a daddy, yupp
Lift that body up. Get your guapy up. Did your papi die? You can't copy us
P**** pink, molly pink (?)
Selling powder bags to the powder puffs
She told me your packed was stepped on, yupp, yupp
They probably with the twenty cuts, now she chilling with the vets, homie
When I show up, she gon' sesh on me
Lethal weapon. She a MAC-11
Let that little body pop off on it
Baby dandy, she sweeter than candy, but naughty by nature
Don't concentrate on keeping conversation
Little baby, boujee, but her mind is basic
Take it from your big folks, I don't trust gnar h**
(Chorus) Paul Wall, Pimp C, Mike Jones samples
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
I'ma playa, ain't no doubt
H*** wanna know what I'm 'bout
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
Turn yo' neck, and yo' dame missin'
[Them H***]
(Chorus)
Fresh weave with the iPhone cracked, we talkin' 'bout them h***
Air mattress, eating kids fruit snacks, we talkin' 'bout them h***
Mama told me to keep it wrapped and never bring home them h***
Can't avoid 'em, it seems they're common every single place we go
(Verse 1)
2017 wearing Apple Bottoms, or you steal your girl's clothes
You ain't got no furniture, but you sure do got that stripper pole
You the type to get hit and never see you again
You the type to send me n***s on BBM pin
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
I'm probably the only fool with love for you
(Bridge)
LV pouch. That ain't yo Netflix account. We talkin' 'bout them h***
Clappin' when you talk, can't shut yo' mouth. We talkin' 'bout them h***
Uggs and Northface, face always headed south, we talkin' 'bout them h***
Ain't no slut-shamin', I just know the language, I just know the game that should be enough for you
(Chorus)
Fresh weave with the iPhone cracked, we talkin' 'bout them h***
Air mattress, eating kids fruit snacks, we talkin' 'bout them h***
Mama told me to keep it wrapped and never bring home them h***
Can't avoid 'em, it seems they're common every single place we go
