Follow this paper, get in my grip Nigga, I'm a player, nigga, I'm a pimp
Don't holler at me, these hoes is a trip Don't try to check me, you better check that
bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check
that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check
that bitch, nigga
It's never too late to learn the game Don't call me trying to earn a name if you
don't want *** Trying to take up for that punk bitch, you
hella square, I don't *** with it All you gotta do is tell her how you feel,
just be honest It ain't hard being real
If she ***ing with the next man, you gonna be her ex-man
And don't let me catch you
Stressing, let me give the ex a lesson, short
Some of these so-called players be acting like a dwarf
When they get behind closed doors, they poodle up
Let they bitch treat them like a mutt
There's rules and regulations in the book of Macca
If she ain't your main brawl, you can't be a captain
And even if she is, she better show you respect
Just in case, always have another bitch on deck
This paper, get in my grip, nigga, I'm a player, nigga, I'm a pimp
Don't holler at me, these hoes is a trip Don't try to check me, you better check that
bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch
Check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch
Check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch, check that bitch
Foldin' this paper, get my grit I came in the game already laced and equipped
Got the gang from the Gs, the hustlers and the pimps
It's the don't make money, it don't make sense
I ain't never been a square, even though I drive a box
God, I had a couple wants, so I cut my dreadlocks
Twitters, horns, whippers, 40 nim is what I knock
Slight down the block, life saving' in my socks
The homie got killed
The other nigga went to jail
All behind a female
He bout to do life
He bout to have a funeral
And nobody wins
Ain't no game like a low budget pimp
Shoulda put a check mark on her forehead
Stop sippin' and tell her what she said
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip
Nigga, I'm a player
Nigga, I'm a pimp, don't holla at me
These hoes is a trip, don't try to check me
You better check that bitch
Check that bitch
I don't know what you drinkin'
Must be drunk, what the *** you thinkin'?
A real player, that's all I wanna be
You mad cause you heard she was all up under me
Now you wanna text my phone like a bitch
You need to quit with that little girl ***
You better check her so you can live your life, man
Is that your real bitch?
Or your ***?
Or your stupid side thang?
I seen this man went in the club last night
Her and a couple of friends dressed in all white
Like some virgins
Actin' hella proper like they never been touched
Drinking hella vodka
Pants hella tight, ground
Coochie bite, camel toe on
Ready to get gone
You know why?
Cause he ain't never home
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip
Nigga, I'm a player
Nigga, I'm a pimp, don't holla at me
These hoes is a trip, don't try to check me
You better check that bitch
Check that bitch
Check that bitch, nigga