W.T.G - Playboy

(Aye)
I ain't a playboy, but I keep stash in my socks
I ain't a player baby, but I know I keep some in the vault
Said she like me yeah I'm sorry girl, that shit ain't my fault
Maybe it is I don't pay attention, I can't read your thoughts (Aye)
Always money over pussy, but they never get that a nigga don't need the attention
Nigga's love overlooking, addicted to winning they 'bout to make me an convention
I can tell you a rookie when it come to winning 'cause nigga's be feenin' to get it
It come naturally for me, and i'll still be the greatest, because I was meaning to get it
She blowing up my phone, but i'll still never call back
Always 10 toes since I was younger i can't ever fall back
That shit get old, ill make you fold gone 'head and pass the ball back
Don't beef we grown you on your own, I ain't got time for all that (Uh)
So I'm like "what the fuck you tweaking for?"
You posted all that shit so what the fuck you gone delete it for?
(Aye)
I can't fuck with you, you way too needy hoe
You told me that you hate me, but I still had yo' ass feening" though
(Aye)
She said she like that i'm a classy man
I still get the green bae, like I let the packers in
(Uh)
I guess i'm doing they ass bad again
Shoutout my producer 'cause you know we getting active man
Broadie gone spin at your top, like a ceiling fan
I'm making money, like bitch I'm a business man
I'm the captain, make 'em stand at attention
I cannot put all my trust in a middleman
I'm a goat they be calling me billy man
Try to fuck with me and you gone look silly man
Know they fuck with me I stay in they mentions
Girl you know it's true i'm willie vanilli man
(Fuck)
I'm sorry, I can't be yo' man
Quick to throw that bird just like an eagles fan
(Uh)
She the same girl said she don't need a man
But when I dip she gone tell all her friends that i'm the evil man
(That I'm the evil man)
Can't cuff, she want only fans
Niggas know that I'm the only man that can get on this beat
And I do it no effort it's only one shot it's my only chance
To show I ain't standing for nothing
Thinking they better than me, and they bluffin'
I'm a young nigga that came up from nothin'
Say they life was hard when it really wasn't
I ain't your friend, I ain't cousin
Should be thankful I don't knock out your stuffin'
I'm an mc know bitches love it
'Cause I keep the heat, just like a Russian
Take my time no rushin' (Aye)
Hit my dance like usher (Aye)
I only chase the bag I don't got no time for fumbling' (Aye)
Niggas be all on my dick I ain't with the tricks so get the fuck back
I really be on my shit, Keep it on my hip and make him buck back
Only rock with a few so if you new I don't trust that
Really crazy when it come to the rapping shit I fucking love that
(Bitch!)

Written by:
Willie Thomas

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