Prestige - Players Only (feat. Zairrion)
Day uhI don't even know what day it is
I ain't scared of no damn Corona
Inglewood though
I got a certified dime on my right side
Chocolate, booty bigger than The Blind Side's
Main actor, sliding in my best ride
That's the life of a player on the Westside
Never needed McDonald's to be a Big Mac
Walk got a lean like switches on a Cadillac
Chain might blur yo vision like cataracts
It's no games no Nick wack Patty wack
You should already know that I'm that nigga
Yo status deflate, I only get bigger
Came along way from the Norfside
Now I got yo baby mama in my best ride
Taking shots like an officer Teflon
But I ain't gone gas her up this ain't Chevron
But she gone throw it back if I say so
International player that's makin' pesos
Real ones know what's goin on
A real player know what's goin on
No flicks when I pull up, nigga get gone
I need the cash and her thick bones
That's player, player, player
That's player, player, player
I think it's 57 outside
Damn it feel like Heaven outside
Tennis chains got the black and white diamonds
I'm looking like a reverend outside
If I can't get the bag, then she better go and get it
I be talking like I got a fucking feather on my fitted
Got you looking like Pennywise if you tell me you ain't wit it
You'z a bop, no thot, please evacuate the premise
Keep it pushing, we ain't cut from the same cloth
I witnessed firsthand that this takes long
I ain't tripping, know exactly what I came for
If she don't like my lyrics, then she can't go
Might be innocent, but she still bad
Money all in credit, but it's still racks
Might be on the beat, but it's still facts
You niggas all the same and it's still sad
Real ones know what's goin on
A real player know what's goin on
No flicks when I pull up, nigga get gone
I need the cash and her thick bones
That's player, player, player
That's player, player, player
Sittin' sideways in an old school scraper
Looking like gold with a fresh ass taper
Sound on slap with a fine dime riding
Float thru the city like I'm hang gliding
Prestige., name is a statement
Speaks for itself and it's not a misstatement
Take what's mine till I'm underneath the pavement
Grinding till it's 7 Os in my bank statement
I'ma Westside general, fine dimes several
They gone ride for me kuz they know I got the federal
Reserve, I roll with divas that'll turn heads
And some soldiers that would make yo army turn red
I'm Wood raised but I'm sharper than a drill bit
So I promise in yo soul you gone feel this
If you a real nigga, you gone walk to this
If you a fine freak, you gone throw it back to this
That's player
Real ones know what's goin on
A real player know what's goin on
No flicks when I pull up, nigga get gone
I need the cash and her thick bones
That's player, player, player
That's player, player, player
Written by:
Mathieu Koontz, Zairrion Davis
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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