[Verse 1: yrn lingo]
Bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her pull up in a Bentley truck she gone be there when it's time to suck do anything for a quick buck Gettn money ain’t got time for it switch a roo them cause I don't adore them pass them to my dawg I buss then down they see how I'm living they come around all this money never bring me down fuck her one time and run into the next I don’t want ya love just give me yo neck I'm so numb to these bitches don't have affections always lookin one direction they always want me to fetch them n***a u must got me bent oh naw that's a bitch
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
Oh yeah you know I'm player 8x
Bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her cause my n***as we some mobsters we pulling up with them choppers you kno we carry them whoopas eat her up just like a dinosaur (skrt , skrt) into up the door come on baby you should know Ima player gotta 5 star u can call me ric flair oh yeah you ima player 8x
[Verse 2: YRN Lingo]
These bitches kno Ima player ain't got no time for no feelings ain't got no time for no lovey dovey money bussin out the cellins a lot of time that's wat it took Ima player n***a by the book u cannot stay here u gotta go I don’t care if it’s rain or snow most of these bitches call me cold hearted benjiman franklin that's the one who started I don’t wanna lay up with u tonight I just wanna get my paper stack right packing my bags I'm taking me a flight lookin at yo girl I kno that she bussing kissin on that hoe n***a u disgusting gotta custom made choppa its from Russian
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]oh
Yeah you know I'm player 8x
Bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her cause my n***as we some mobsters we pulling up with them choppers you kno we carry them whoopas eat her up just like a dinosaur (skrt , skrt) into up the door come on baby you should know Ima player gotta 5 star u can call me ric flair oh yeah you ima player 8x
[Verse 3: mango foo]
Oh yeah u kno Ima player I got them cookies for sales I was locked up with no bail then I got out by the sale lil mama gone write nun but tales in the bando wrapping up them bales i fucked her when the n***a left left her a couple thousand on the shelf she claim that she a real trap queen I just think she tryna trap me she be chasing me like she the police I be running to the money like athletic fuck he once and act like ion kno shit Double cup n***a Rest In Peace to pimp c I got bitches from cali to Tennessee they pull up to the trap like its busy b one thang u don't is don’t trust her one thang fasho is that she fucking I hit her on the side and u cuffing These bitches they dirty like rugby working that bitch like a 9 to 5 I remember when I got denied I slaughter that bitch hit her friend on the side I apologize lil mama I cannot lie ayyyy
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
Oh yeah you know I'm player 8x
Bring ya daughter we gone slaughter her cause my n***as we some mobsters we pulling up with them choppers you kno we carry them whoopas eat her up just like a dinosaur (skrt , skrt) into up the door come on baby you should know Ima player gotta 5 star u can call me ric flair oh yeah you ima player 8x
