(Playmakers)
Ooh, ooh

Bangin' her back like, backbone (backbone)
Keep me some racks in the dashboard (hey)
New window tint, left it fishbowl (fishbowl)
Went straight to the pent' with a thick ho (thick ho)
She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe (oh-oh)
Wrap that dick 'round her neck like an herringbone (hey)
Went and spent the last gaffer on Melrose
Spittin' game like a player from Perry Home

I never trust her with my backbone
And she callin' me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets
Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Gas, I crank up a four
Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
Yeah, I just landed in her city
Tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on, on (on)

She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley
I'm lookin' at her, she a hotty, hotty
Cute face and no waist, this a lotta body
I knew I would fuck up my whole sack
Ain't said shit, she said, "Wunna, you got it, got it"
Mad that I'm on, you don't gotta like it
Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rocket
Told her come on, babe, we goin' shop
Drop me an album, ain't do no floppin'
Livin' this life, it feel like Monopoly
I buy that shit and it's private property
Original, I don't wanna copy
Oh, she get it, love leave it sloppy-sloppy
Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi (ooh)
We got no limit, we 'bout it, 'bout it (ooh)

Bangin' her back like, backbone (backbone)
Keep me some racks in the dashboard (hey)
New window tint, left it fishbowl (fishbowl)
Went straight to the pent' with a thick ho (thick ho)
She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe (oh-oh)
Wrap that dick 'round her neck like an herringbone (hey)
Went and spent the last gaffer on Melrose
Spittin' game like a player from Perry Home

I never trust her with my backbone
And she callin' me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets
Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Gas, I crank up a four
Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
Yeah, I just landed in her city
Tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on, on

Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me (ooh)
I'll treat you soon, girl, keep it lowkey
Nigga ever think 'bout playin' with Lil Keed
All the slimes know it's R-I-P
Went and got it all-white, ain't a stain on me
Yeah, I'm havin' ties, yeah, M-O-B
Twin hoes on me so I made a DoubleTree
Bitch say I'm drunk, told her, "Ho, I might be"
Ridin' with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach
Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat
Yeah, I put bands on your ho, if your man ever play
Just know I get him fried like grease
Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe
But Gunna want Dior feet
And they twenty G's
Trollin' you hoes, I don't give a fuck
You not the on the leash, I'm chasin' the dream
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Put YSL mats on my floors
Yeah, her head good, yeah, I'm curlin' my toes
Get real money and I want some more
These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole
Plottin' on takin' so I gotta drop it low
I'll waste the money whackin' you then catch a show
I ain't wastin' money on me, I'm goin' to the moon

Bangin' her back like, backbone (backbone)
Keep me some racks in the dashboard (hey)
New window tint, left it fishbowl (fishbowl)
Went straight to the pent' with a thick ho (thick ho)
She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe (oh-oh)
Wrap that dick 'round her neck like an herringbone (hey)
Went and spent the last gaffer on Melrose
Spittin' game like a player from Perry Home

I never trust her with my backbone
And she callin' me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets
Yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Gas, I crank up a four
Only thing that you hear is exhaust when it come on
Yeah, I just landed in her city
Tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on, on (on)

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Writer(s): Chandler Durham, Kenneth Jr. Redfield, Raqhid Jevon Render, Sergio Kitchens