Playa Made ft. Dash the G.O.A.T. & Bigg Fatts Lyrics

Yeah, H-Town, what's up

Uh, y'all know what it is

It's hot than a motherfucker, but we still out here, you know

When the slab's outside, then you know that all the baddies come out

All the baddies coming out, look around

If you from that H-Town, then you know just what I'm talking about

Yeah, y'all know what I'm talking about

You know we keep it playa made

You know we keep it playa made

That's from the cradle to the grave

That's from the cradle to the grave

With all this money being made

With all this money being made

Smoking and sipping in the shade

You know just what I'm talking about

When the slab's outside, then you know that all the baddies come out

All the baddies coming out, coming out

If you from that H-Town, then you know just what I'm talking about

Yeah, y'all know what I'm talking about

You know we keep it playa made

Check the vibe, though

Them boys outside acting bad, but it ain't Sean Poe

Front and center with the grind, but never fold, how

Doing my Diddy bop

Needed Caresha to touch her toes and make it pop

Tops gon' drop all through the interstate

A hundred degree day, double cup full of Minute Maid

Smelling like something exotic with the cologne spray

With something light around my neck that'll get me laid

No hickeys, please, unless you down on your knees

Gon' and bless the playa but keep it cool as the breeze

Can't end up like Zion

Trying to run it up, shit, I'm trying to reach the pylon

Two thousand yard season is the type of shit that I'm on

Been grinding all winter for the summer to burn

It's our turn, bet against us shit when will you learn

We ain't barred wit no law, shit, the court is adjourned

Playas always get chosen

We are never concerned

You know we keep it playa made

You know we keep it playa made

That's from the cradle to the grave

That's from the cradle to the grave

With all this money being made

With all this money being made

Smoking and sipping in the shade

You know just what I'm talking about

When the slab's outside, then you know that all the baddies come out

All the baddies coming out, coming out

If you from that H-Town, then you know just what I'm talking about

Yeah, y'all know what I'm talking about

You know we keep it playa made

The fit fresh 360, it's a drip test

Now she getting bench pressed, cause she impressed

Sun kissed, skin glowing, that's a big flex

Kicks fresh, and my pocket's full of big checks

Vibing with a baddie

Phone ringing, told that girl decline her baby daddy

Summertime, girl, we ain't got time if niggas aggy

Cause niggas sad, boy

All these hoes outside, what you mad for

Sip some, nigga

Smoke some, bitch

Freshest nigga out, they admire every stitch

Flyer than a bitch

Play my theme song, I need a choir in this bitch

God, body rocking, I'm inspired in this bitch

They waiting for me

Southside, ain't a nigga more playa than me

Yeah, the chrome outside, the hoes outside

Only reason niggas go outside

You know we keep it playa made

You know we keep it playa made

That's from the cradle to the grave

That's from the cradle to the grave

With all this money being made

With all this money being made

Smoking and sipping in the shade

You know just what I'm talking about

When the slab's outside, then you know that all the baddies come out

All the baddies coming out, coming out

If you from that H-Town, then you know just what I'm talking about

Yeah, y'all know what I'm talking about

It's Bigg Fatts baby

My ball cap and my tennis shoes, I'm playa made, I'm throwed huh

Switched it up to a dob hat and some Cole Hans

I'll be all in my mode, huh

Savage life to the afterlife

Hustle hard, my sacrifice

I done gave a few bragging rights, I eat well

Got an appetite for the finer things

All the good shit that I done seen from a Rolls Royce to a time machine

I can't lie, I got a lot of dreams

Still got to get the bills paid

Rent due, but I'm still straight

Fair ain't free, but I still pay it

Stepped out in that mothership

Candy paint like my brother shit

84s & some other shit

The baddest out

I swear I love this shit

Better watch who you fucking with

Little niggas got their lane wrong

Fresh death with no chains on

Ain't no money I ain't on

My game strong

Young playas to the OGs

I'ma tell you like they told me

Game cost, but the hoe free

That's a cold piece, but you know me

Playa made to my dying day

Bigg Fatts & the Grind Payz

South Sil-Falil my nigga

That's what I'm trying to say

You know we keep it playa made

You know we keep it playa made

That's from the cradle to the grave

That's from the cradle to the grave

With all this money being made

With all this money being made

Smoking and sipping in the shade

You know just what I'm talking about

When the slab's outside, then you know that all the baddies come out

All the baddies coming out, coming out

If you from that H-Town, then you know just what I'm talking about

Yeah, y'all know what I'm talking about

You know we keep it playa made

Rest in peace, Podeen

You know we keep it playa made

Hold up

South side, south side

Let me hear you

You know we keep it playa made

Yeah

North side, north side

Let me hear you

You know we keep it playa made

East side, west side

Let me hear you

You know we keep it playa made

Let me hear that shit