[Intro: Jae Millz]
Check this out, baby
I go by the name of
If you don't know who I am, that's your problem, baby
Young Money Cash Money
Most hated til I die
[?] Millz
[?]
Let me talk to these hoes, Tit
Yeah
Hahahah
[?] Millz
[?]
[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
When I hear this beat, first thing I think about is Players' Club
Lisa Ray was a diamond, I thought I fell in love
When she came out the seems like your ready
How she was moving had me drewling and breathing hella heavy
Now I make the girls drewl
Now that girl a fool
And I'm quick to tell her girl, you can bring your girl too
If you only knew the type of shit your girl do
Nigga she just tight with you, I bet I get that girl loose
Fuck your clothes, take them off
Seatbelt please, we taking off
Put your ass back together, right after I break you off
Tell your date the date is off
You nervous, babe, I'll make the call
Personally let him know how I'm a fuck you, make [?]
Millzy
[?]
Slanging dope dick to these hoes for as long as I can remember
Shout out to my big booty lil secret in the A
She take my mind away
I call her my escape
Short stamina, I think not
[?] one session equals two [?]
I go hard like Khaled, Ye and T-Pain
Make sure your covers is cum colored, so we don't leave stanes
Young Money nympho, high off that Cali indo
Bust it open for a real nigga, recognise a pimp, ho
Matter fact, let's rap [?] for a second
Don't worry 'bout your girl, my boy Tit about to step in
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
OK
It was you, me and her and her and that girl
Space age pimpin, she is out of this world
Came up and [?]
I bought some pussy I ain't like, I need a refund
Yola in the pot, pop lock re-run
We seen it all before, nigga, you a re-run
And yeah we won, nigga you a [?]
All yellow diamonds, looking like it got peed on
And niggas know what we on, our weed strong
Cold on a bitch, make her start sneezing
Codeine big dawg, codeine withdraws
Dropped two albums, going on my fifth car
Just left the nerse, she diagnosed me with sick bars
And gave me advice on how to keep my dick hard
I'm jumping off the divingboard, when I'm in the [?]
Flyer than a seagull, all I do is see [?]
All in my [?], make her roll up me a cigar
I have no apoligies, have no regards
Duffle bag boys, Y.M. affiliated
[?] Ben Franklin [?]
Money on the floor, money on the table
Money on the TV, I got money on the cable
Titi 2 Chainz, chains look like cables
Iceburg Slim, them bitches look like glaciers
And nigga, I'm cool, nigga, is you cool?
I'm with my nigga Jae Millz, and we acting a fool
And I be on one two five [?]
See all I eat is shrimp, [?]
[?] watch, time out for you suckers
And yeah I ball hard, like a nigga down in Ruckers
Colege Park shawty, party hard, shawty
I use a Glock 40 for a bodyguard, shawty
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda!
OK
Hoes in the club, show [?]
Mud in my cup, bitch, you know I'm poed up
Press the button on the coupe, and watch the top fold up
And the whip all black, like coffee Folgers
Doughnuts in the parking lot, I don't show down, I show up and show out, and watch the hoes go nuts
I know you probably thinking like nigga, so what?
And it'd probably be the same nigga bitch that I fucked
Nigga, what?
I'm a grown man, nigga, grow up
Before I pump your brakes and make a nigga slow up
Show [?]
I'm the meanest nigga spittin, so tough
I say what niggas scared to, I'm calling no [?]
No luck
I'm a punish everything that I touch
Acapella or beat, your girl I'm a bust
No problem
Down south nigga, but they love me up in Harlem
Young Money, bitch, Millzy, we a problem
Gudda!
Players Club was written by Jae Millz & 2 Chainz & Gudda Gudda.