Play For Keeps
We ain't selling weed, but we still getting what we need
Brought them bands out to the beach yea
I don't bring sand out to the beach yea
Bitch I play for keep yea
We came from the street yea
We ain't selling weed, but we still getting what we need
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
I brought them fans out to the beach
I keep a stick up in the bag whether my girl or it's on me
We grew up, thinking we should splurge I saved them banjos up on me
They got no handles up on me
She play piano with them keys
I treat this life like it's a breeze
We pop this shit cause it's forever
Love my brudda on my momma, so we wear mason margiela
Swear we never knew no money some of us turned into killers
Ion even blame them niggas, out the cage they off the leash
She gimme brain like she be teaching, love my teacher baby bad
She love designer so she love it when I buy it for her ass
She order whatever we ain't worried bout the tab
If baby want her ass a bag then she gone get her ass a bag
See she ain't waiting for permission she know she don't gotta ask out
I need 200 on the dash to feel like sumn in the coupe
I'm blowing sumn out the roof I'm wearing platinum on the tooth
I took them risk to get ahead and til this day I cannot lose
I'll pull that forty and I'll shoot
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
Brought them bands out to the beach yea
I don't bring sand out to the beach yea
Bitch I play for keep yea
We came from the street yea
We ain't selling weed, but we still getting what we need
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
I brought them fans out to the beach
I keep a stick up in the bag whether my girl or it's on me
We grew up, thinking we should splurge I saved them banjos up on me
They got no handles up on me
She play piano with them keys
I treat this life like it's a breeze
We pop this shit cause it's forever
Love my brudda on my momma, so we wear mason margiela
Swear we never knew no money some of us turned into killers
Ion even blame them niggas, out the cage they off the leash
She gimme brain like she be teaching, love my teacher baby bad
She love designer so she love it when I buy it for her ass
She order whatever we ain't worried bout the tab
If baby want her ass a bag then she gone get her ass a bag
See she ain't waiting for permission she know she don't gotta ask out
I need 200 on the dash to feel like sumn in the coupe
I'm blowing sumn out the roof I'm wearing platinum on the tooth
I took them risk to get ahead and til this day I cannot lose
I'll pull that forty and I'll shoot
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
Bitch I play for keeps, we came from the streets
We ain't selling weed but we still getting what we need
I got the money on the floor, and on the fan it's all for me
She brought them, bands out to the beach I don't bring sand out to the beach
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Writer(s): Kainen Dubose
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