DON'T PLAY (Live)

[Intro: Travis Scott, Matty Healy (from recording), CHASE B, Travis Scott & Matty Healy]

Don't wanna hear it, let's go, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown (Yeah / Yeah Yeah)

Has he got enough money to spend? (Yeah, yeah yeah-)

Leave? No, he's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

Yeah (Sing this shit, I ain’t-)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & CHASE B]

I ain't playin' with these niggas

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up / Straight up, straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Here we go / Yeah, yeah)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up / Let's go, let's roll)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Yeah! / Oh no)

I ain't playin' with (Yeah, yeah), I ain't playin' with these niggas (La Flame, straight up, straight up)

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up, straight up)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these-

[Verse: Travis Scott & CHASE B]

Know I need my dollars (Uh huh!)

Know a nigga need my commas (Straight up)

She was down when I dropped out of college (Yeah)

Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay)

Played with her pussy in the Jeep (Yeah)

Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no)

Jumped in the car when she hit my digits

Don't want nothin', just to– Atlanta lets-! (Skrrt)

Easy to me, my nigga

Villa with a scene, youngin always seen with a killer (Straight up)

Hand-stitched by my dealer

Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean, my-? (Yeah / La Flame)

Shit, he got the 'scripts for the cough

In the H, gotta hit Johnny (Yeah), for the frost, swerved off

Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga from the corner put it on for the south? (Put it on for the- / Straight up)

On my mama (Yeah), know a nigga be coastin' (Bless up)

Go, nigga, go, nigga, (grab my bottles)

Go, nigga, go, nigga, (grab my chronic / Bando)

Keep ya head up, head, (my nigga) (Pussy ass)

Niggas gon' be billionaires, (my nigga) (Pussy ass / Straight up)

Fuck how much time that shit might take

Niggas ain't- what!? (Hands in the air!)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)

I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Straight up)

I ain't playin'– (Nah, he good) – these niggas (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, woah, woah, woah, ayy, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Outro: Travis Scott]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy!

You testosterone-filled-ass-niggas, just relax?

Ayo, let the–, let the rager rage, man

Let him rock, man