Too $hort — Playa Fo Life

[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda] So many pretty girls, poppin pink bottles Plottin on that pretty pearl Get it poppin' get it rockin' yeah its your world Tryna get cha to the house I'm looking for a go girl Get it get it go girl, take it to the floor girl I'ma beat it up and let you tell it to my old girl Playa fo' life, I ain't thinkin' a wife I ain't thinkin' it twice, bitch I'm thinkin' tonight Green light she ready, we on that Rozay heavy We going straight to the house it ain't no need for the telly I'm steak, eggs, n jelly, bitch I'ma fill that belly She like "Beeda you nasty!" I'm like "Bitch you ready?" I'm like Snoop fo' sho, I don't love these hoes And only two can roll, cause I love my folks See I was born to mack, big dick, big house And by 6 In tha mornin I be kickin' em out [Chorus] Hey pretty girl come stay the night with me But in the morning yes bitch you've got to leave (bye) And no I can't be your man I'ma be a playa fo' life I'ma be a playa fo' life, bitch I'ma be a playa fo' life I'ma be a playa fo' life [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] She love it when I grab those hips I don't know her name but I had those lips eh Fuck it chu' a bad lil' bitch Got a ass so fat that her pants gon' rip ugh And I can tell your man ain't shit Cause she told me ya'll date but she say it ain't shit uh And you know I be laying that stick I be hitting home runs you be paying that rent Yeah I took her to my office the girl just lost it Short came through and you know the bitch tossed it Why you always ask how much shit costin' Real money know that chu ain't even gotta floss it My Roley don't tick and you wasting my time I want chu' home girl look I'm changing my mind I really live what I say in my rhymes And I never chase hoes, gotta stay on my grind like ah [Chorus x1] [Verse 3: Too Short] You want the keys and the codes To the house and the safe, spending sprees at the store But bitch, I don't shoot hoop I shoot bitches to the left I charge these hoes for the game and the dick I'm from the O-A-K So I already know what the hoe gon' say I need to lock her down, and wife her up But I don't wanna marry her, I just like to fuck When your mother was a young thang, I knew her Even back then, I ain't wanna do her And now, I don't fuck cougars Your daddy was a player man, why you such a loser It's the game, and I'm a player for real Not the NBA, or the NFL I make deals, I'm on a life long hustle Gettin' this money, lil' bitch I don't trust you [Chorus x1]