[Intro: Willie Hutch]
Oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
Ohhh-ohh, oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it

[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
In the game ain't no friends, so you best be by yourself
'Cause once you think you super tight and shit, they run with someone else
All the time they bound to change, smilin' faced n' twisted minds, ain't nobody straight
But I'ma keep my shit equipped for folks who wish to player hate
Never fallin' short when I'm up on my hustle with the clique
I'm drinkin' Thunderbird and smokin' herbs, and goin' from bitch to bitch
Keep my player mode frеsh, I'm daily lookin' for a profit
Breakin' bitches, like my daddy said, to makе my pockets rockin'
211, stack with dollar signs, ain't no time for love
N***as be fallin' for bitches and wanna' write records, because they be put on a bud Oh, little girl
They get caught, who fucked the bitch?
Now he the shit, but his pockets broke
N***a, you done charged the trick, so get back out there on that ho
I feel like we can make it
Make sure, that you do, but take your time and leave her on her back
Take the shit you got from her and flip it out there on the track
Night and day, you stackin' grip, from bitches and them dirty fiends
Players grow into this shit, with they mind up on they cheese
[Bridge: Willie Hutch]
I feel like we can make it
Ohhh-ohh

[Verse 2: Playa Dre]
Now that I done moved up and shit, these n***as say we down
But I remember when I couldn't get these n***as to come around
But now, I'm sittin' on cheese, fuckin' hoes, like I'm crazy
And I done slipped up once but pimp, I still won't claim that baby
'Cause hoes be puttin' shit up on a n***a, that be havin' it and knowin' that they some freaks, though, they don't know the baby daddy
But now she mad as fuck, because she trapped up in the house
You shoulda' let a n***a drop that nut up in your mouth
But that's beside the point, I got money waitin' up on me in the streets
I can't be tired for no one, ho, unless, she droppin' super cheese
'Cause my mind is always thinkin' of some heavy ways to keep me paid
Boomin' bricks and breakin' tricks by pimpin', also sellin' tapes
Player style from the North, when I smile you seein' gold
Oh, little girl
Bank account that keep me grinnin', credit got my wallet swole
Assed out ain't in my category when it's down to me
I feel like we can make it
But to a bitch you must resist, the truth be 'bout your cheese

[Outro: Willie Hutch]
Oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it
Ohhh-ohh, oh, little girl
I feel like we can make it