Playa

[Z-Ro:]

Playa don't hate me, hate the game

Ain't got time to be out here bullshitting, I'm out here trying to make some change

Please don't get it twisted, I'm a Mo City soldier I thought I told ya

Roll with us, or get your ass rolled over

See we all about our feddy, pulling up on chrome

Nigga for real ask G.I.N., or you can ask Chad Jones

Baby we Presidential playas showing up, all these hoes gon mind

Everyone of us diamond down, bitch and all them hoes gon shine

We living lovely sipping bubbly, all our cars are foreign

Ain't no jackers we barring, cause we ready for war'n

I'm the king like Tarzan, but minus swinging on a vine

We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line

Houston Texas, the origin of baller's paradise

It's going down, I can smell it in the air tonight

So when you see us pulling up, plus looking like a million

Balling permanently but fakers change, like chamileon

[Hook x2:]

They see a playa

They see a playa

They see a playa

They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick

[Big Don:]

They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick

They see the kid and painted six, and the wrist frost bit

They see a nigga on the grind, and he just won't quit

I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick

It's going down, baby

These hoe ass niggaz, trying to roach our shine baby

But I don't give a motherfuck, just pay me mine baby

And I'ma show you why we repping H-Town baby, where we grind on the daily

Just pay me, don't delay me I need stacks

Don't be tripping sideways, cause a 40 what I pack

Cause they see a nigga grinding, see a nigga shining

See a nigga elbows, bumper kit reclining

In the mix, I done moved crumbs to bricks

And everybody worldwide, know that Crest is the click

On some Presidential shit, when we hitting the stage

Get off dick we in the mix, just to get paid

[Hook x2]

[Pup:]

They see a playa in the mix, and a broad under my arm

Got the bomb squad with me, and a glock up under my charm

Better recognize nigga, I cause bodily harm

I got a tommy gun, I call that bitch body-be-gone

See I'm a playa slash murderer, you know the name nigga

Straight out of Pud Park, bringing the flame nigga

The aim is superior, mack game flawless

I pull a bitch without even talking, I'm the rawest

I pull up in the Lac, with the woofers in the back

And the windows kinda cracked, sitting fat like a mack

With your broad on my lap, bout to take her to the trap

When her ass come back, I'ma be sitting on a stack

See that's how playas do it, dog the pimp game fluid

Some niggaz turn pop, but I'ma stay true to it

The pinky ring bluest, and the wardrobe sick

And that's the reason, why I got these niggaz bitch on my dick

[Hook x2]