a multi -million dollar player
Coming up to fit for a second dollar
I'll stow your hands in the air
Oh yeah,
Lil'
T .P.
Sauber is your president
Fuck you, man
Coming down with conflict,
I don't get down
with rhymes that sound so clear
In the sixth flight, loose
two and a quarter
Nigga, pimp of the year
Top authority, smoking, drink beer all year
count
Hundred stacks, blinded,
drove like reindeers
Setting up shop on the block,
getting the block hot
For the comic bomb, that chronic that stay lit,
bitch, like top flight
We ridin' high, high,
they head to the nine
Eight to the nine, nine, you tell it to my nine
You hoes, one more time,
I smoke nothing but the kind
I clean up everywhere like shop signs,
I'm steady on my grind
Cause the blood from
Midwest gotta get mine
Then I'm headed to the next state,
cause
Midwest food carry weight
And see a way of living,
pimpin' these hoes everyday
Sippin' on brews, stop flight, we rise high
All night we flyin' high,
breakin' them off smooth
Party like we used to, with the grill lit
We talkin' shit, smokin' on spliffs
on different type of hoes
Dumpin' the booze, packin' the filter,
ain't nobody class to party
Flyin' high, blew a fender with
my bitches at the condos
I mean models flat
Real players don't fall out over no hoes
And real players won't deal
and vogue, slam cow like dose, and smoke high grow,
sip on more, dp by the cases,
fuckin' big booties and fine faces,
seein' different places, ballin' on them bitches,
Rolex on my wrist,
presidential kill with ice, nothin' nice,
it's top block, bitch we live longer than life,
shit you couldn't imagine, player status,
fuckin' tv stars and beauty pageants,
makin' shit happen with this rappin',
livin' our dreams out, smokin' green out,
everyday with players around my way,
still leavin', smackin' hoes and rollin'
J's,
So nigga blaze up the green
sticky on that chocolate pie
So we can get high and have a ball
Players put platinum plaques
up on they wall
Pool parties and booty calls are number
R, y 'all
So get in when you feel it, nigga,
cause it's a flare thing
Haters can't hang so by the sides they twang,
that's for smart change
And we been pimpin',
no sippin', hopefully even drunk and lippin'
Nine inches of deep whippin',
got bitches trippin', reminiscin'
When they mention that nigga
Gunn, bitches be fun
Straight from the
Himalayas, I thought I told ya
All I wanted to be was a player
All I wanted to be was a
player
All I wanted to be was a player,
Prince of
Braids and
Perms
Keep my mind on my money
and my motherfuckin' shirt
But see my daddy always told me
about this cutthroat gang
Watch them jealous player haters
keep your hand on your thing
Cause they don't wanna
see you havin' shit
But they better duck cause they don't
know who they be fuckin' with
Man, I only wanted to be your player
Now I'm a big -time hustler,
choppin' up big
Yates
Sellin' straight to the cluckers in my
neighborhoods off the hook
Sellin' that shit to make the
feds wanna take another look
Yeah, he's a cook,
but I ain't trippin' if they wanna jump
I'm in the liver boom,
clutchin' on my riot pump
Ready to dump, it's like pee,
I think they watchin' me
I hope them hoes don't think that
type of shit is stoppin' me
That he mobbin'
G from
Flinttown to the
Himalayas
I thought I told you all I wanted to
be was a player
All that I want is to be with a boy, yeah
All that I want is to be with a boy,
yeah
All that I want is to be with a boy,
yeah