YG — Playin Around

[Intro] April 28th, Mustard on the beat [Verse 1] 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 benefits 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Outro] Mustard on the beat ooh Yeah, I mean I'm sayin' though like, you know