Playa Songtext
von Z‐Ro

Uh, I need that paper

I need that paper, I gotta get paid
I only look if I can see that paper

This bitch acting like she that major
But I ain′t trying to get laid
Get out the way so I can see that hater

Y'all need to help me feed that hater

He bout to be straight
Since I′m a real one, I'm a teach that hater
If he missing, I'm a be back later
If he trying to be great
So they say them niggas tripping

I ain′t worried bout a nigga tripping
Betcha I ain′t giving a fuck
Soon as I know they position
Pull up, they no longer living
Guarantee it ain't no prison for us
Cause we got away clean

Got a gang of wipers come and sanitize the scene


Blame it on the liquor, I done had a lot to drink
Like what the fuck is down south rap without a mean

That′s cool, but that's not like mine
No, you′re not a player
What's in my cup, that′s not wine
Oh, cause I'm a player
Don't give a fuck if she′s fine
No, I′m too player
Play me, bitch, you out your mind

Ain't with all of that playing shit

Homie ain′t with all of that saying shit

You say whatever on the Instagram
When I pull up on you, you ain't saying shit
Homie fraud cause his homie starve
I really eat with who I be praying with
And I′m paranoid, I don't trust a thing
I gotta watch the person I′m laying with
I don't pay for bundles, I don't pay for nails
I don′t pay attention, no paying rent
Not disrespectful and I′m never bugging
But I promise I ain't no band shit


Here′s a couple mil, I'm just trying to build
Too many pussy niggas in the way and shit
Trying to wait for blessings, I′m blocking heaven
This shit I'm smoking is the land shit
I′m on the road, homie

But I don't play with my nose, homie
Catch me chilling in the 4-4
I bet I got the 4-4 on me

Real nigga out of Mo City
White woman open my door for me
Thank you, ma'am, here′s a tip for you
I might hire you if you grow on me

Clean as fuck, I′m in the L, dawg
Bitch lying if she say she don't want me
She be looking like a girlfriend
But I promise that is just a ho, homie
I am all about a dollar
I smell like money if a bitch blow on me
You shining, nigga, but don′t drip with me

Just pay respect and lay a roll on me

That's cool, but that′s not like mine
No, you're not a player
What′s in my cup, that's not wine
Oh, cause I'm a player
Don′t give a fuck if she′s fine
No, I'm too player
Play me, bitch, you out your mind