"Play Money" lyrics

(Coach me, Joey)
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)

I was learning how to load a chop before a PSP
At the age of four, I knew my favorite color would be green
I been making moves by myself, nigga, fuck a team
I put every dollar on myself, nigga, fuck you need?
Sis call me, say she got a play, I'm like, "Oh, let's get it"
Other sis say she got some hoes, I'm like, "Fuck them niggas"
'Bout to hit Atlanta, Cuban say we gotta slide on bitches
Poppin' up like Santa, but these gifts won't surprise them bitches
Caught them hoes in a hard top, now it's convertible
You ain't talking money, nigga, stop, I can't converse with you
I can keep it plain jane, but fuck it, get the Rollie blew
If you broke, turn this off, these ain't the words for you

I be in different bags like I can't pick my Birkin
If you still rockin' tags, I know your pockets hurtin', dummy
I be blowin' slips at Revive like this play money
I be hoeing niggas, please don't ever tat my name on you
I be in different bags like I can't pick my Birkin
If you still rockin' tags, I know your pockets hurtin', dummy
I be blowin' slips at Revive like this play money
I be hoeing niggas, please don't ever tat my name on you

(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)