(Intro):
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha...
(Verse 1):
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams
My squad like the S.W.A.T. team
Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
Money is power rather die like a soldier than
Live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with?
Haters be actin' like the game is gone
But they ain't open they eyes
I've been spendin' dead presidents since they was alive
It's like Newport to G.P.C.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep
We Yay deep like a shark I pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug (Shhhh...)
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay
Suit angles and hittin' switches thugs ain't your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies
.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got 'em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was juvenile
I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama
But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl the world is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her
High Powered
(Chorus):
High-High-High-High-High
(Skit over chorus):
[...yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball
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