Players Only

Uh

Yeah

Aye Roc! I gotta talk my shit you feel me

Cause life been different you know what i'm saying

I be ducked off and shit

Nothing but snow bunnies, bitches with big money

You Fig me?

Pre-approved for some millions

Oh lord what a feeling

When you did it on your own

Custom lights in the ceiling

(...) and hotel rooms full of women

Coking up white feel like dust when you sniff it

And the game watered down, feel like Brita with no filter

They let everybody in, hard to tell who really with it

If you got it out the mud the rest lie they say they did it

Capin bout bitchеs they hang with and said they hit it

But they didn't, man thеm niggas simping

She laughing with her friends behind you

Think you should've listened, to a nigga like P

It's capital for the Pimpin'

That's why i hit the Bel-Air and the bitch pay i'm never tripping

Cause they praise the most high It's P, i'm your religion

30 something with no kids, it's amazing to her

Her friends raving to her

The crib wasn't vacant at first

I had a stable full of Stallions to pay for the first

Furniture from Italy, the same brand it say on her purse

Your girl said i'm a keeper, but believe i ain't saving you girl

Just come and be here for the weekend like

Live in my world

Breakfast at Tiffany's bitch you still in the little leagues

I just hopped a flight to Sicily, eating on squid and things

They say it's the little things, My heart it got big dreams

I'm from where it's wild at, I play for a real team

Westside Players only bitch i play in the big leagues