Niggas checkin’ on, niggas checkin’ on I’ve been drinkin’ a lot of alcohol, right Niggas drunk, right (La música de Harry Fraud)
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Uh, joint rolled, cup filled No luck, just skill Homie I prayed for this, gotta work every day All work but still make time for a little bit of play Hit me, say she on the way Man I’m livin’ what these lil’ motherfuckers dream Either you in or you out, ain’t no in between I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat And we gon’ get that money back if I’m on the beat I’m hella cool but don’t relax when it come to cheese We by the pool but don’t get water on my shirt please My ’61 is clean, there ain’t a spec on my seats Stay workin’ out but I can’t lie my pockets obese Come pay that toller fee
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper
Cut off vintage tees, Versace bed sheets I gave her a [?], she said it was a breeze Know we could make it grow, soon as we plant the seed We doing the brighter side of things we overachieve I’m givin’ niggas game, givin’ the valet keys You look good but I’m the only one you tryna please Multiple old schools, some for style, some for speed I got chicks tryna pay me first time we meet You stick to the plan, watch our paper increase I got your body, soul and mind, just to say the least I got you all up on your grind, tryna save your seat You ’bout the money all the time, that’s the way to be
Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper Play the game the way the game’s supposed to be played No time for haters, gotta make that paper