[Featuring Eightball. MJG]
Verse One:
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Memphis *** around the world and than back again
Make non rappin' weak MC's go home practisin'
I flip a Benz *** and plenty Benjamins
Lo key plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby I got all the herb that I need to toke
Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggaz in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh
Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
Ain't afraid to rat-a-tat boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Chorus:
Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love ho's
I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way
Verse Two: Mase
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
'less there's TV's in it
I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you
** styles you wouldn't get back
You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to
