Fendi P and Juicy J - Hella Girls 2
Oh, baby, no (yessir)
She don't wanna be played, but I'm a player (yeah)
I'm stuck in my ho phase, I'm a player (uh-huh)
I'm stuck in my old ways, I'm a player (huh)
I'm a player, baby, I'm a player (ay, ay, ay)
Wavy neck (wavy)
Money spending, yeah, I'm swimming in it (swimming)
Pretty women (pretty women)
In every city just wan' lay up with me (wan' lay up with me)
I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga)
Wan' tell their girlfriends I'm their nigga (I'm their nigga)
(Oh, baby, no)
Look, player shit (player), I'm on some player shit
I need a bunny just to kick it with (just to kick it)
Ain't tryna play a bitch, I'm tryna play up in (bitch)
Brown skin, pretty brown skin
I need whole lots of them (whole lots of them)
Mercedes Benz, hella lady friends (hella lady friends)
Bottles come to the club closed
Model hoes in designer clothes (designer clothes)
Taking shots and shoving powder up they nose (up they nose)
Money rolls, all the hundreds fold, she a centerfold (she a centerfold)
(Oh, baby, no) look
At my hotel, it's like a movie
Penthouse where the G's be, you need like two keys
Drink some muddy like a smoothie
I'm feeling groovy, I keep my toolie
Your bitch prolly wan' do me (yessir, yessir, uh-huh)
She don't wanna be played, but I'm a player (yeah)
I'm stuck in my ho phase, I'm a player (uh-huh)
I'm stuck in my old ways, I'm a player (huh)
I'm a player, baby, I'm a player (ay, ay, ay)
I got two hoes on the side, I'm a player (yeah)
I got two hoes in the ride, I'm a player (yeah)
It's just hard to decide so I'm a player (yeah)
I'ma let my homie try, I'm a player
They be like "That's P" wanna sex me, don't just wan' text me
Trust me, fuck up your whole weave, I'll buy you new weave (new weave)
Gucci, switching Gucci now she want Fendi (that bitch want Fendi)
Come through whenever I'm in her city (uh-huh)
Hella miscalls, hella drunk texts
Don't do no phone sex (don't do no phone sex)
Pull up, I'm at the Marriott by the LAX (pull up)
So meet me, just bought the condo
Right off of Peach Street (right off of Peach Street)
(Oh, baby, no) look
Lame shit, ain't with that shy shit (no)
Don't want no shy bitch (no)
Groupies hoes, hoes that's ran through, I like low mileage
I'm stylish, can't fuck a bummy ho
Ain't my style bitch (that ain't my style bitch)
Like what you wearing, now come out of it (come up out of it)
Getting smoked out on that Hennessey, she want that Henny dick
Rolling, she popping ecstasy (popping ecstasy)
Won't do me anything (anything)
Hold up, like baby slow down, bitch control yourself (bitch control yourself)
(Oh, baby, no) (yessir, yessir, uh-huh)
She don't wanna be played, but I'm a player (yeah)
I'm stuck in my ho phase, I'm a player (uh-huh)
I'm stuck in my old ways, I'm a player (huh)
I'm a player, baby, I'm a player (ay, ay, ay)
I got two hoes on the side, I'm a player (yeah)
I got two hoes in the ride, I'm a player (yeah)
It's just hard to decide so I'm a player (yeah)
I'ma let my homie try, I'm a player
Written by:
Fendi P, Jordan Houston
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