"Full Time Player" lyrics
(feat. Kay-K, Hawk)
What's up baby (what's up)
It's goin' down, H-town, Gulf Coast
Doin' it well
What's up Swift baby (what's up)
Still puttin' it down
You know what I'm sayin'
Gotta let em know
Texas ain't about the horses and the cattle
You know what I'm sayin'
It's about the land cruisers the Lexus and the big v-12 motors
Pullin' up sittin' low
Know what I'm sayin'
See I'm a gangsta
A full time playa
Make a hustle to get mine
Get down I don't care
Make a million
In this game 'fore I retire
Fools couldn't touch me
Shock em like a live wire
Big playa so smooth and debonair
When I walk through the door
Watch all them hoes stare
Diamonds layer off my rolex
Channel set crushed face [?] piece around my neck
Now your hoe in check
When I'm in the place
Alligator shoes
Anchor my waist
Now it's face to face
Who's the big baller, who's the scratch maker, and who's the shock collar?
Standin next to a real man makes ya feel smaller
Walk outside the door see I'm a
20 inch baller
Taller stacks made me addicted to the cream
Scratchin for my paper flippin over triple beams
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, gangsta
Full time playa
See some of y'all don't understand mac-ology y'all fail
But just like [?]
These pimp ill indeed
Cuttin corners in the coupe
[?] with me
But that's how I roll
A billion dollar nigga 'doh
From pimpin' these hoes
Teachin them how to jump outta clothes
Thankin they [?]
And they blessed to be a part of me
A branch of the tree
And they always sippin DP
A piece of the rock
Up in they eyes is who I be
Nobody can spit it better
A half-draped SIG
Just watch me just pick em up
You know we ride in benz
In the front is my star
In the back is the twins
So fuck ya foes
Peep my money makin friends
Cashin your cuts
Got the dough for your nuts
Curlin your toes
Cause I know I got pro's
Increasin my load
And you know how the story goes
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
Now I'm a man on a mission
Understand my position
Millionaire ambitions
Let me mention my contingence
I'm a player
A collier, and my diamonds glare
Take a peek
Self-made millionaire, beware
I'm blowing pounds of chronic smoke in the air
Stop and stare
And take a bird's eye look
Of a paper-made gangsta with the symptoms of a crook
Birds cook
I got a master plan
God answered all my prayers
And gave me magical hands
In they kitchen on a mission
When I'm handlin my cheddar
I done seen boys [?]
But I ain't seen none better
No half steppin
Gotta come to me beggin
No more strugglin straight up bubblin
And increasing my [?]
Big baller
My adversaries resent me
Throwed boys
Latest choice
Pullin' up in my Bentley
Straight gangsta
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
It's goin' down, H-town, Gulf Coast
Doin' it well
What's up Swift baby (what's up)
Still puttin' it down
You know what I'm sayin'
Gotta let em know
Texas ain't about the horses and the cattle
You know what I'm sayin'
It's about the land cruisers the Lexus and the big v-12 motors
Pullin' up sittin' low
Know what I'm sayin'
See I'm a gangsta
A full time playa
Make a hustle to get mine
Get down I don't care
Make a million
In this game 'fore I retire
Fools couldn't touch me
Shock em like a live wire
Big playa so smooth and debonair
When I walk through the door
Watch all them hoes stare
Diamonds layer off my rolex
Channel set crushed face [?] piece around my neck
Now your hoe in check
When I'm in the place
Alligator shoes
Anchor my waist
Now it's face to face
Who's the big baller, who's the scratch maker, and who's the shock collar?
Standin next to a real man makes ya feel smaller
Walk outside the door see I'm a
20 inch baller
Taller stacks made me addicted to the cream
Scratchin for my paper flippin over triple beams
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, gangsta
Full time playa
See some of y'all don't understand mac-ology y'all fail
But just like [?]
These pimp ill indeed
Cuttin corners in the coupe
[?] with me
But that's how I roll
A billion dollar nigga 'doh
From pimpin' these hoes
Teachin them how to jump outta clothes
Thankin they [?]
And they blessed to be a part of me
A branch of the tree
And they always sippin DP
A piece of the rock
Up in they eyes is who I be
Nobody can spit it better
A half-draped SIG
Just watch me just pick em up
You know we ride in benz
In the front is my star
In the back is the twins
So fuck ya foes
Peep my money makin friends
Cashin your cuts
Got the dough for your nuts
Curlin your toes
Cause I know I got pro's
Increasin my load
And you know how the story goes
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
Now I'm a man on a mission
Understand my position
Millionaire ambitions
Let me mention my contingence
I'm a player
A collier, and my diamonds glare
Take a peek
Self-made millionaire, beware
I'm blowing pounds of chronic smoke in the air
Stop and stare
And take a bird's eye look
Of a paper-made gangsta with the symptoms of a crook
Birds cook
I got a master plan
God answered all my prayers
And gave me magical hands
In they kitchen on a mission
When I'm handlin my cheddar
I done seen boys [?]
But I ain't seen none better
No half steppin
Gotta come to me beggin
No more strugglin straight up bubblin
And increasing my [?]
Big baller
My adversaries resent me
Throwed boys
Latest choice
Pullin' up in my Bentley
Straight gangsta
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
See I'm a gangsta, full time playa
Big ballin', all about my paypa
