"Played Out" lyrics
Bizzy Crook & 42 Dugg Lyrics
Goodluck Forever Records
Y'all already know what it is
Biggest record label in South Florida
Spending checks
Hey, look
My account just sent me a text that looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for bitch I jus met?
Shit I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah crazy they thought shit done died down
Bitches that said they would never be sides
Now they wear that shit with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
Cause bitches get zelles
And post from my room
And niggas get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that shit is a baby that's 200 grams
I bought a Rollie same day bought Mercedes, that's 200 grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes but I love em fo death
I used to wanna be in wit the rappers, now I'm wit execs
Ex bitch tried to play me damn
Look how I played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex bitch tried to play me huh
Look how I played it out
Look at my chain now bitch
Look at my gang now
I used to wanna fuck with the ten
But it ain't worth
Fuck on all they friends
Buy new purses, this shit Murc'
She see the vert
Pull up in the Vert
Uzi on me, step back KD
These blues right here cost eighteen
My voice ain't shit without KP
Like Bron ain't shit without AD
Damn near 200 for this AP
Heard I'm getting money niggas hate me
Bitch you ain't getting nothing you ain't me
Flag it, bag it, cash it, stash it
Pull off laughing, pull of swerve
Still sell dope, still sell birds
Gave em my old bitch that's my word
Ex bitch tried to play me damn
Look how I played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex bitch tried to play me huh
Look how I played it out
Look at my chain now bitch
Look at my gang now
Y'all already know what it is
Biggest record label in South Florida
Spending checks
Hey, look
My account just sent me a text that looked like it came from my ex
How many racks did I blow at Bottega for bitch I jus met?
Shit I don't know
I don't keep track
I just make her feel loved
Then I hop on a jet
Yeah crazy they thought shit done died down
Bitches that said they would never be sides
Now they wear that shit with pride now
When I'm drunk
Please take my phone out my hands
Cause bitches get zelles
And post from my room
And niggas get jammed
That ain't a Cuban, that shit is a baby that's 200 grams
I bought a Rollie same day bought Mercedes, that's 200 grand
Promised my wifey I'd cut off my hoes but I love em fo death
I used to wanna be in wit the rappers, now I'm wit execs
Ex bitch tried to play me damn
Look how I played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex bitch tried to play me huh
Look how I played it out
Look at my chain now bitch
Look at my gang now
I used to wanna fuck with the ten
But it ain't worth
Fuck on all they friends
Buy new purses, this shit Murc'
She see the vert
Pull up in the Vert
Uzi on me, step back KD
These blues right here cost eighteen
My voice ain't shit without KP
Like Bron ain't shit without AD
Damn near 200 for this AP
Heard I'm getting money niggas hate me
Bitch you ain't getting nothing you ain't me
Flag it, bag it, cash it, stash it
Pull off laughing, pull of swerve
Still sell dope, still sell birds
Gave em my old bitch that's my word
Ex bitch tried to play me damn
Look how I played it out
I make it rain now
You hear what they say now
Ex bitch tried to play me huh
Look how I played it out
Look at my chain now bitch
Look at my gang now
Writer(s): Michael F. Hernandez, Dion Marquise Hayes, Lazaro Andres Camejo
