Playin Around

April 28th, Mustard on the beat

She say she like ballers
She say she like dick
She say she like girls
 that don't even make sense
She say she like the bros
I say shit fuck 'em she supposed to be mine
See that's why you can't trust 'em
I'm tryna get some head though
Bitch what it is
If you ain't with that then it is what it is
I'm tatted on my ribs
Yeah I'm tatted on my neck
You be throwin' up liquor
I be throwin' up the set
I'm 'bout my money, yeah I'm 'bout my cheese
Still eatin' Mickey Ds
Big Macs with no cheese
All you rap niggas tryna sound like me
I hear you niggas talkin'
But it don't sound like beef
I'm Superman hoe, the real definition
Yeah I hope you niggas ain't
Gotta pop the pussy
That was sixteen, but I'ma keep goin'
You ain't made enough yet bitch keep hoein'
You be deepthroatin'
Why you actin' innocent?
I'm not tryna be your friend
I just want the benefit's
Why you worryin' 'bout who hittin' this?
I'm in front of your house
Hidden' in the whip
You niggas gettin' chipped, I'm gettin' chips
You got your mind on me
I got my mine's on rich
Give it up, give it up slide like this
Twelve licks in the chain
Might blind your bitch

I woke up this morning
Like I'ma grind late night to the mornin'
Duh, bein' broke was boring
So I grind late night to the mornin'
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

Uh, better watch how you pussy niggas act
The only time it's safe is
When it's gettin' crack
Yeah I'm real flashy, ball like a athlete
Burnin' to the dome, uh make it nasty
Don't test me, this ain't college
Your bitch give good dome
I call her knowledge
Make the bitch run, make the bitch cum
I'm in a two-seater, havin' a threesome
(haha)
Uh, ay, they say I like them brand new
They said I ran Hollywood
Shit is probably true
Uh, tree tops to the schools
Uh fuck 'em with the never sleepin'
Never catch me in the house shoes
Uh, got the Js on my feet
Got the Js in the streets
Got the Js at the door
If I ever gave a bitch money
She got it off the floor

I woke up this morning
Like I'ma grind late night to the mornin'
Duh, bein' broke was boring
So I grind late night to the mornin'
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

Look, uh, yeah, I do that with my eyes closed
I'm a thug, I still read the Bible
Prayin' for survival (vival)
They ask me why I got the strap
Shit I'm tryna stay alive bro
Uh, yeah hit me on the text
Told her we together
Fucked and told her she my ex
Pocket full of Benjis, nigga I been G
Stop stealin' my swag, nigga I'm stingy
Ride in the Benz and you
Niggas gon' resent me
I don't give a fuck if you
Was a hundred and ten deep
We could talk about money cause I got that
Popped a homie same night, go and pop back
Uh and I don't rap I state facts
When I get rich I promise to stay black
The only thing I'm givin' the
State back is puttin'
My homies on and givin' the state crack

I woke up this morning
Like I'ma grind late night to the mornin'
Duh, bein' broke was boring
So I grind late night to the mornin'
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know
(I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

Mustard on the beat ooh
Yeah, I mean I'm sayin' though like, you know