Playin Around

Playin Around Lyrics

[Intro]
April 28th, Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
She say she like ballers, she say she like dick
She say she like girls, that don’t even make sense
She say she like the bros, I say sh*t f**k ’em
She supposed to be mine, see that’s why you can’t trust ’em
I’m tryna get some head though, b**ch what it is
If you ain’t with that then it is what it is
I’m tatted on my ribs, yeah I’m tatted on my neck
You be throwin’ up liquor, I be throwin’ up the set
I’m ’bout my money, yeah I’m ’bout my cheese
Still eatin’ Mickey Ds, Big Macs with no cheese
All you rap niggas tryna sound like me
I hear you niggas talkin’, but it don’t sound like beef
I’m Superman hoe, the real definition
Yeah I hope you niggas ain’t gotta pop the pussy
That was sixteen, but I’ma keep goin’
You ain’t made enough yet b**ch keep hoein’
You be deepthroatin’, why you actin’ innocent?
I’m not tryna be your friend, I just want the benefits
Why you worryin’ ’bout who hittin’ this?
I’m in front of your house hidden’ in the whip
You niggas gettin’ chipped, I’m gettin’ chips
You got your mind on me, I got my mine’s on rich
Give it up, give it up slide like this
Twelve licks in the chain might blind your b**ch

[Chorus]
I woke up this morning, like I’ma grind late night to the mornin’
Duh, bein’ broke was boring, so I grind late night to the mornin’
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

[Verse 2]
Uh, better watch how you pussy niggas act, the only time it’s safe is when it’s gettin’ crack
Yeah I’m real flashy, ball like a athlete
Burnin’ to the dome, uh make it nasty
Don’t test me, this ain’t college
Your b**ch give good dome, I call her knowledge
Make the b**ch run, make the b**ch cum
I’m in a two-seater, havin’ a threesome (haha)
Uh, ay, they say I like them brand new, they said I ran Hollywood sh*t is probably true
Uh, tree tops to the schools, uh f**k ’em with the [?]
Never sleepin’, never catch me in the house shoes
Uh, got the Js on my feet, got the Js in the streets, got the Js at the door
If I ever gave a b**ch money she got it off the floor

[Chorus]
I woke up this morning, like I’ma grind late night to the mornin’
Duh, bein’ broke was boring, so I grind late night to the mornin’
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

[Verse 3]
Look, uh, yeah, I do that with my eyes closed
I’m a thug, I still read the Bible
Prayin’ for survival (vival), they ask me why I got the strap sh*t I’m tryna stay alive bro
Uh, yeah hit me on the text, told her we together
f**ked and told her she my ex
Pocket full of Benjis, nigga I been G
Stop stealin’ my swag, nigga I’m stingy
Ride in the Benz and you niggas gon’ resent me
I don’t give a f**k if you was a hundred and ten deep
We could talk about money cause I got that
Popped a homie same night, go and pop back
Uh and I don’t rap I state facts, when I get rich I promise to stay black
The only thing I’m givin’ the state back is puttin’ my homies on and givin’ the state crack

[Chorus]
I woke up this morning, like I’ma grind late night to the mornin’
Duh, bein’ broke was boring, so I grind late night to the mornin’
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)
The only thing that a nigga need to know (I gotta get dough, I gotta get dough)

[Outro]
Mustard on the beat ooh
Yeah, I mean I’m sayin’ though like, you kno