Playa Made

Aye Look
Playa made
So, fresh and so clean
Like andre
Big boi
Wit the bankrolls
Dis lemonade
Sweet, make it look easy
How we got it made
Love to eat
To me, the streets a buffet
Bon appetite
I see a feast, we all day
Like some cleats
Run through the green
In both ways
In my lane, you wanna be
Dats ok

Aye Look
Now my life's a breeze
Unlimited shade
Really got dis shit out the mudd
We ain't have it made
Always in a section wit plugs
Heavies in the game
Post it on the gram
For what
Ain't gotta prove a thang
Nicca we ain't wanting for nothin
We got mostly everything
We eva wanted, plus more
Of what's coming my way
V8's all in one lane
Nicca, get out the way
SRT by the way
She oan play no games
I'll snatch the paint off dis bitch
Quicker den yo bitch draws
Got her soaking up game
She amazed by my choice of words
I'm playa made
Don Juan call me nephew
Still til dis day
Brought the goldy out me
Guess I'm still stuck in my ways
Not a challenge gettin hoes
We oan pay em no mind
Dolla signs
Gold bitcoins
Stay on my mind
They printing dat shit
Right now
So wtf I look like wasting time
Dis my tri color set
Im different wit mines
Only day ones in my set
And you ain't one of mine
Its a one of one
If I wear it
You'll neva find
Another group of niccas like us
We one of a kind
Trappin out the uber
No fucks will be given tonight
Boa we out here runnin shit up
Im back in my prime
Had to buy a bag
And get in
They hitting my line
When I ride by
She wanna get in
Dats playa shit

Aye Look
Playa made
So, fresh and so clean
Like andre
Big boi
Wit the bankrolls
Dis lemonade
Sweet, make it look easy
How we got it made
Love to eat
To me, the streets a buffet
Bon appetite
I see a feast, we all day
Like some cleats
Run through the green
In both ways
In my lane, you wanna be
Dats ok



Credits
Writer(s): Nikko Rogers
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