Playa (with Gunna)
Rick Owen lens (player)
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Rich nigga stunts, let my bitch, spread the new 'Bach-'Bach truck
Gunna, look what you did (look at it)
Too many hoes to be showin' me too many love gettin' too much of this dick
Too many shows, I been takin' too many drugs, I'm like, "Fuck it, I'm lit,"
Soon as I bust, told her, "Split"
She looked at my face, like, "You son of a bitch"
Mix Codeine and soda like cheese in the grits
I told her come over, she wanna get hit
I bend that shit over and stroke on my other hoe, lickin' her clit
Player
I'm in and out like a stitch
My dick like a drug, get a fix
Gave her a dub, but I'm far from a trick
Throw that shit up and I swear I won't miss
Rick Owen lens (player)
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Lost a few friends, but I made lots of Ms, so whatever, like, fuck it, I'm rich (I am)
Too many bags I've been gettin', got too many hoes, I forgot that I hit
Work when I want, but they pay me a lot every time that I put in a shift
Price gettin' higher, but I still be pourin' a eight, every time that I sip (let's go)
I hit the gas and I blow her a kiss
Engine be talkin', my wrist got some lip (skrrt)
My mama a Rover, I made my dad cry when I bought him a Benz (cry)
Player, everythin' lit
You hear my chains in my song when I'm poppin' my shit
And I ain't DM her twice 'cause she answered me on the first time that I slid
Bitches move funny, it ain't about money, I really don't care about it
Keepin' it player, I'm never gon' change who I am just to front to a bitch
Don't got no feelings and I see a heart every time that she bendin' it over
Never gon' settle, my mind is gone with the wind, if I'm wifin' or blow her
Rick Owen lens (player)
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Rich nigga stunts, let my bitch, spread the new 'Bach-'Bach truck
Gunna, look what you did (look at it)
Too many hoes to be showin' me too many love gettin' too much of this dick
Too many shows, I been takin' too many drugs, I'm like, "Fuck it, I'm lit,"
Soon as I bust, told her, "Split"
She looked at my face, like, "You son of a bitch"
Mix Codeine and soda like cheese in the grits
I told her come over, she wanna get hit
I bend that shit over and stroke on my other hoe, lickin' her clit
Player
I'm in and out like a stitch
My dick like a drug, get a fix
Gave her a dub, but I'm far from a trick
Throw that shit up and I swear I won't miss
Rick Owen lens (player)
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Lost a few friends, but I made lots of Ms, so whatever, like, fuck it, I'm rich (I am)
Too many bags I've been gettin', got too many hoes, I forgot that I hit
Work when I want, but they pay me a lot every time that I put in a shift
Price gettin' higher, but I still be pourin' a eight, every time that I sip (let's go)
I hit the gas and I blow her a kiss
Engine be talkin', my wrist got some lip (skrrt)
My mama a Rover, I made my dad cry when I bought him a Benz (cry)
Player, everythin' lit
You hear my chains in my song when I'm poppin' my shit
And I ain't DM her twice 'cause she answered me on the first time that I slid
Bitches move funny, it ain't about money, I really don't care about it
Keepin' it player, I'm never gon' change who I am just to front to a bitch
Don't got no feelings and I see a heart every time that she bendin' it over
Never gon' settle, my mind is gone with the wind, if I'm wifin' or blow her
Rick Owen lens (player)
Who there hoppin' out the Benz? (Player)
Ooh, I'm fuckin' on her friends
Two, I pull up with twins (slatt)
Mink flow, she on her shins (player)
Deep-throat, I'm goin' in (player)
My crew done fucked all of her friends (player)
We here so they know to come in
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, Bishop Grinnage, Jochem Blijkshof Van
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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