Major Players

Yo, what's up Mean Green?
This one here for everybody out there doing they thug thing
(Major Player)
Whether they grinding, hustling, flipping things
Ya'll know what I mean

If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain

Now, mama, can't be compared to no other broad
'Cause I spit that mental and keep them niggas peeling off
Franklins, Franky # 1, I'm on the force checks in my hands
Most demand to be man's thugs Mrs.

I piss on all you so-called fire starters
And all you fakes claiming flow, I'm known to touch your water
I started with a quarter, flip my way to six figures
Ground work, down and dirty hustling like a nigga

I figured ain't no sense in sleeping if my kids ain't eating
And ain't no sense in you creeping if you ain't treating
I'm seeking dollars if you with me, baby, follow me
Trying to buy a key like it's a ticket out of poverty

But every key don't always open up a friendly door
On the other side might be the law so
Plain strategies clean your G's and keep it coming
Don't be another ghetto child hustling for nothing

If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain

I'm a ball till I fall nigga pops wasn't home
Put it in a zip lock bag or either ride with the chrome
I thank God for my big cousin, Jimmy nigga taught me how to hustle
See life is like a puzzle, always in and out of trouble

From the jail to the street, we hustle till we weak
From a quarter to a key, nigga, momma gotta eat
See this ghetto got me crazy
And if it wasn't for no limit could they pay me
Two million in the bank for the babies
Independent black owned is why they pay me

If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain

Now look, dollars, I'm trying to fold
Three keep me rolling like wheelchairs
I'm from the south, I love east and west
Just like I lived there

Ran the streets with my thugs, often I sold
I'd be lying if I'm tell you I'm doing
This rap stuff strictly out of love
I'm in it for the money

But ya'll can keep the fame and all that
Bitch let it be known that my name, I bring like all that
Hate me that I got riches, hate that I got bigger
Even got picture of me flossing in drop 6s

I like to have things and I don't like to dream
Picture my Benz riding rubber 20s so I put 'em on 19s
Aim high, my dream house cost about 6 mil
I wanna step out the house 'cause I paid boy, about six bills
No limit and mean green you gotta like respect our flow
Respect our dough, respect that we trying to get some more

Major players do what they want, you haters do what y'all can
I'm trying to bury money understand for my real g's 100s and grams
See, I'm a no limit soldier so I'm a represent
If it don't fold or ching ching, then it don't make sense

If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain
If it don't fold, if it don't ching ching
Then you ain't a real soldier, if you can't maintain

Yeah and there it is
What's up? This is the Mean Green
Wanna explain to you about maintaining

Remember the days y'all
Us black folks had love for each other
We wasn't jacking each other for cars and clothes
You know, we was maintaining
We grew up in a materialistic ass world
Gotta get away from that

Now it's time for us soldiers to step up
Be proud to be who we are
As we groove into this new millennium, you know
It's time for us to make our kids proud
It's time to take care of our families like we supposed to
That's what's important

Major players, well, we do what we want
Haters, stand on the side and do what they can and that is
Major players, it's only the beginning
You can't stop no limit



Credits
Writer(s): Vyshon Miller, Carlos Stephens, O'dell Vickers, Keryl Watkins, Karen Evans, Percy Miller, Patrice Rushen, Mia Young
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