"Playas Get Chose" lyrics
Lil' Flip & Z-Ro Lyrics
[Z-Ro:]
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
I was in the car one day
Comin' from MLK (Southside)
Mo City, Texas, I'm from (Yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches on my dick (My dick)
That's because I'm the shit (Right)
Rich nigga, I'm never short on my funds (Got that bag, nigga)
And all I really want is for my paper to keep on paperin' (Ayy), barber to keep on taperin' (Ayy)
I'm always in the kitchen, but there's no need for an apron (Ayy)
Real nigga-nomics one, two, and three, that's what I majored in (Say what?)
And if they all wanna fuck my ho in there, bro, I'm gon' take her in (Yeah)
Run me all my paper, friend (Yeah), if it's all here, your day begins (Yeah)
If it's a check, I'll take a pen (Yeah), and me, I'm just gon' make the bend (I'm gone, nigga)
My bad, this ain't my woman, this my ho
AKA my bad, this ain't my woman, this my dough rolled up (Ayy)
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
[Lil' Flip:]
Shawty, you one of a kind (Ayy), but, me, I'm one of one (Ayy)
I picture me knockin' you down (Ayy), see where I'm comin' from? (Ayy)
We drinkin' a glass of wine (Ayy), I'm vibin', smokin' a blunt
As long as I see you tryin' (For real), you ain't gon' want for nothin'
If you want me, just tell me, I don't play no childish games (No)
Now come be a part of my tribe, you little vibrant thing
Your mama raised you right, you always submit to your king (Uh)
I just might skip dessert 'cause you lookin' thick in them jeans (Damn)
I ran the pop charts, baby, I'm a rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
I pulled up and I caught walkin' out the Loch Bar (Damn)
You was with two of your friends (Ayy), I was with two of my bros (Ayy)
And that's when you slid me your number (Ayy), your body hot like a stove (Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Now shawty be bringin' me paper (Ayy), we took a trip to Barbados (Ayy)
Baby, I ain't gon' stress you at all (No), on the South, we be keepin' it player (Church)
Is you with this pimpin' or what? (Church), when I'm down, she liftin' me up (Church)
We locked, no switchin' it up (No), I'ma forever fuck with her (Hey, hey, hey)
On God (Church), church
[Z-Ro:]
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
I was in the car one day
Comin' from MLK (Southside)
Mo City, Texas, I'm from (Yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches on my dick (My dick)
That's because I'm the shit (Right)
Rich nigga, I'm never short on my funds (Got that bag, nigga)
And all I really want is for my paper to keep on paperin' (Ayy), barber to keep on taperin' (Ayy)
I'm always in the kitchen, but there's no need for an apron (Ayy)
Real nigga-nomics one, two, and three, that's what I majored in (Say what?)
And if they all wanna fuck my ho in there, bro, I'm gon' take her in (Yeah)
Run me all my paper, friend (Yeah), if it's all here, your day begins (Yeah)
If it's a check, I'll take a pen (Yeah), and me, I'm just gon' make the bend (I'm gone, nigga)
My bad, this ain't my woman, this my ho
AKA my bad, this ain't my woman, this my dough rolled up (Ayy)
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
[Lil' Flip:]
Shawty, you one of a kind (Ayy), but, me, I'm one of one (Ayy)
I picture me knockin' you down (Ayy), see where I'm comin' from? (Ayy)
We drinkin' a glass of wine (Ayy), I'm vibin', smokin' a blunt
As long as I see you tryin' (For real), you ain't gon' want for nothin'
If you want me, just tell me, I don't play no childish games (No)
Now come be a part of my tribe, you little vibrant thing
Your mama raised you right, you always submit to your king (Uh)
I just might skip dessert 'cause you lookin' thick in them jeans (Damn)
I ran the pop charts, baby, I'm a rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
I pulled up and I caught walkin' out the Loch Bar (Damn)
You was with two of your friends (Ayy), I was with two of my bros (Ayy)
And that's when you slid me your number (Ayy), your body hot like a stove (Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Now shawty be bringin' me paper (Ayy), we took a trip to Barbados (Ayy)
Baby, I ain't gon' stress you at all (No), on the South, we be keepin' it player (Church)
Is you with this pimpin' or what? (Church), when I'm down, she liftin' me up (Church)
We locked, no switchin' it up (No), I'ma forever fuck with her (Hey, hey, hey)
On God (Church), church
[Z-Ro:]
Players get chose (Comin' down)
On swangers and Vogues (That's right)
I'm not a chaser of hoes (Ho, you gotta chase me)
We gettin' paper for sure (Player)
