Playa Shit

(albüm: Mo Money In The Bank, Pt 2 - 2003)

What?
Don't love a hoe
Don't love a hoe
Don't love a hoe... Sada Pop!

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!)

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) Come on!

I'm In My Zone bitch! (bitch!) – Leave me alone bitch! (bitch!)
All I swing this dick don't call me when you need a loan bitch! (Bitch you crazy?)
You should hear all the bullshit they try to shoot me (uh-huh!)
Just 'cause I'm in the hotel lobby don't mean I'm a groupie. Non stop!
Look shorty I could care less (less!); and you could always go home
There's other females in the hallways to bone
Be the same one that's always alone – while her friends getting dunn an' dirty
Down in room 130 – nut on her son's Jersey
I'm dunn, miss! – And the flick of one wrist
Then they go back home to they boyfriends and tongue kiss. Come on!
I neva had a wifey! (no!) But that don't mean I'm looking
I woulda been left my OG, but I needa cooking
'Cause I been stuck on the road! – Every day KFC
As soon as I'm done; she on her knees A.S.A.P. Whooooooo!
I pro'lly neva change! (no!) – Bank$ is a gigalo! (no!)
Save the fussing fer Justin! – You can "Cry A River" hoe. (hoe!)

You know you can't expect me to be a nice guy... all the time. Haha!
You know what grandma ma always used to tell me when I was younger
"Baby the only thing open after 3 o'clock... is legs and fast food."

I'm on that playa shit! Haha!
Bag 'em, call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) What?
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) What?
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) Come on!

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (Yeah!)

Lloyd Bank$!... can't we stop!... haha!
You know who you are man. What?
You know just same... "Lotta fuckie gotta all it'd be so rule on a record! "
Haha!
You banking in the Emmy mission for do this shit, I wouldn't have 'em