Ho Stop Playin

Ho stop playin' (yes)

Ho stop playin'

Ho stop playin' (bitch)

Ho stop playin' (bitch)

Ho stop playin'

Ho stop playin' (yes)

Ho stop playin'

Ho stop playin'

Bitch, well you play too much

Yeah, I'm the based God, yeah I bang too much

Take you out right fast, so smooth to touch

Sometimes I disappear, are you in a rush?

Can you picture foriegn whips with you in the front?

I'm like a old porsche, I don't front

Meet me in the front in ten minutes

I can open up my hand you see nothin' up in it

When I close that motherfucker, bet there's money up in it

Who the pimp? Bitch, I pimp myself

Ask what's up, only a nigga with the gtc

You can't even, you never seen me

Who you wish, who a myth to most people come out

Of the lights at night, I be on that 40 l like the dope taste right

Bitch I'm in the new maybach, ten suede back

Hit you with the cater ace at

'Til cellphones of every motherfucker bills paid

Ho ya know that

(Ooh, does this feel like december 85th)

Bitch

Bitch you know a bitch that might know a bitch that know a bitch

That really knows the bitch that owes the bitch

She a nosey bitch that's why I love the bitch

Did I mention more money in different spots?

I be on the sax fifth and block ain't hot

And I be out in paris while they be out on hop

I be hustlin' all day, bitch put down them rocks

Ask kriss kross, my og got robbed for his watch

And his bitch took that charge (damn)

And she brought them boys pain

Bitch, open up your eyes and serve a life to the game

I don't call her, [?] get money

Yeah, like I said, uh, this that classic

Really this that classic west coast music, you know

You can ride to it

Like I said, it's ya boy, lil b

Yeah, turn your stereos up

If you're playin' this at the party, turn this shit up

If you cruisin in your car

Might be chillin' with a fine lady

You know, you might just be chillin' by yourself, you know

Zonin' out, got a blunt rolled

Like I said, this that #1 bitch mixtape

You ain't got nothin' to worry about

You know, this all gangsta, you know

Can't be no fakin' around here, you feel me?

Can't be no fakin', no player hatin'

(Don't this sound like that troy aikmen shit

Remember the cowboys, man

Niggas used to be out there goin' crazy

Uh, like bitch, smack, smack, bitch)