"Player Anthem" lyrics

You wanna be able to fuck the bitches over there
Them bitches watchin' you throw money on the bitches
It's gon' be over for the bitches that you throwin' on
You gon' to be able to fuck her, you wan' be able to fuck 'em all? (Truck-Truck, turn me up)
They gon' be yours, you just gotta keep gettin' money, nigga
That's all you gotta keep doin' (Yeah, yeah)
Just keep runnin' up that paper, spend that shit, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
That's all you can do for long (B-Bankroll Got It)

Yeah, ayy, the money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes
The road, the load, I told you it get cold
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes (Yeah)
The money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes
The road, the load, I told you it get cold
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes

Yeah, I know who out here gettin' paid for real and who out here fakin' (Yeah)
Know who gon' to jump in the field with me, who out here hatin' (Hatin')
Copy-paste it, send it to her friend if she out here playing
Ayy, you got to want a nigga real bad, don't be out here playing
And a lot of niggas trash, don't know how they made it (Ayy)
Put the belt on these niggas ass 'cause they stole my cadence
They be askin', what do I got on? Tryna steal my fragrance
My bitch askin' 'bout another bitch, finna work my paitience
It's a lot of niggas gettin' to the pape', but they can't maintain it
Yeah, I spent five thousand on this fit, but I can't even name it (Woah-oh-oh)
Fuckin' on this Instagram bitch, but she ain't even famous
Ayy, switch make the Glock back flip, he can't even aim
Ayy, he be like Bloods, Crips, he ain't even bangin'
He be like hoes, pimp, she ain't even payin'
And she be like ooh, shit, she can't even take it
Ayy, I'ma keep this shit too for real, I can't even fake it

Ayy, the money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes (Clothes)
The road, the load, I told you it get cold (Yeah)
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes (Oh)
The money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes (Yeah, yeah)
The road, the load, I told you it get cold (Yeah)
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes

Ayy, fuck niggas, fuck bitches, get dough
Get money, get hoes, get cars, get clothes
Get all the bad bitches on the floor, get low
Ayy, I'ma throw these bands in the air, strip for it
Ayy, I got bitches sneakin' back home, tiptoein'
Yeah, 'til you tic-tac-toe a nigga, keep blowin'
Yeah, you gon' get that Birkin, lil' mama, keep hoeing
Yeah, you gon' fuck them bitches, lil' bro, just keep throwin'

Ayy, the money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes (Yeah, yeah)
The road, the load, I told you it get cold (Yeah)
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes (Yeah)
The money, the hoes, the cars, the clothes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The road, the load, I told you it get cold (Woah)
I told you they gon' hate on you, you know how it go
Through the mud, through the snow, through the rain, ten toes