Playa

Yeah, I had to show them that they fuckin' wit the wrong one

I hit her once and now she walkin' like she on somethin

I bought the gold, my woadie rockin' the chrome one

And then he went and changed his grill to a cold front

That nigga trippin', but he said he always wanted' one

Ain't no other me lil mama, this is one-of -one

If we get to touchin', have you bustin' like a Tommy gun

Now she rollin' gas, talkin' bout she had a lot of fun

Told her that I'm happy, that you happy, but I gotta run

I got a jet, and I don't mean a metaphor, that's really where it's at

Shawty in the kitchen, cleanin' all of my baguettes

She said when I'm thumb through the hunnids to get her wet