The Player's Club
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I tell a bitch I really live that life
You want to see it grab yo friend When I back out the Beemer
Y'all a be in it
Got them double teaming it
Nasty than a bitch like we finna hit the screen with it
We fucking like a flick
I got them screaming and
I'm throwing it deep
I'm Willie Beamen it
She creaming and I'm loving the sounds
Like mac & cheese and shit
Whoa
Hold up, let me breathe a bit
She squeezing trying to get me to nut
I can't believe the shit
Aye bitch slow down
Finna hit the road, roll out
But first I got to roll up
Come show me what that throat bout
You so loud
Just might double back for some more now
Cuz I love the way you arch the shit
Pull up to the spot
Got her wet before I parked the whip
I ain't got to ask
She giving brain like a Harvard kid
Stingy with the cash
She done earned herself a scholarship
Matter fact baby, swallow this
Yeah
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
Tell me baby would you sin for me
Bring a friend for me
If you like it we could bend shorty
Bring it in for me
A-All I do is win
Big shot Robert Horry
How I'm shooting for the chip
Shorty saw my ring
Got to askin where I live
And I don't know her name
But she all up on my dick
Told her back up little bitch
Don't move til I say so
If you act right
I might give you what you came for
Maybe more
And way she throw it far from average
And in that Fenty she a Savage
And she make a bag flip
And she make a hoe cum
And she feed her x pills
Bring her back to X crib
She look like my ex bitch
Had to call the Uber dawg
Sent her on a set trip
I aint never need a hoe
She know I'm a blessing
Friday at the Westin
Next we do the Waldorf
Welcome to the Players Club
Baby take it all off
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I tell a bitch I really live that life
You want to see it grab yo friend When I back out the Beemer
Y'all a be in it
Got them double teaming it
Nasty than a bitch like we finna hit the screen with it
We fucking like a flick
I got them screaming and
I'm throwing it deep
I'm Willie Beamen it
She creaming and I'm loving the sounds
Like mac & cheese and shit
Whoa
Hold up, let me breathe a bit
She squeezing trying to get me to nut
I can't believe the shit
Aye bitch slow down
Finna hit the road, roll out
But first I got to roll up
Come show me what that throat bout
You so loud
Just might double back for some more now
Cuz I love the way you arch the shit
Pull up to the spot
Got her wet before I parked the whip
I ain't got to ask
She giving brain like a Harvard kid
Stingy with the cash
She done earned herself a scholarship
Matter fact baby, swallow this
Yeah
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
Tell me baby would you sin for me
Bring a friend for me
If you like it we could bend shorty
Bring it in for me
A-All I do is win
Big shot Robert Horry
How I'm shooting for the chip
Shorty saw my ring
Got to askin where I live
And I don't know her name
But she all up on my dick
Told her back up little bitch
Don't move til I say so
If you act right
I might give you what you came for
Maybe more
And way she throw it far from average
And in that Fenty she a Savage
And she make a bag flip
And she make a hoe cum
And she feed her x pills
Bring her back to X crib
She look like my ex bitch
Had to call the Uber dawg
Sent her on a set trip
I aint never need a hoe
She know I'm a blessing
Friday at the Westin
Next we do the Waldorf
Welcome to the Players Club
Baby take it all off
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
I'm riding, sliding
You already know I got it
Why you wilding little hoe
You out of pocket
Now you got to go
You know I'm rocking
Like a rolling stone
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Hollins
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