"Nasty Player" lyrics
Starlito & Bandplay Lyrics
She gon' disappear after that change get spent
For real
Let The BandPlay
Jermaine Event
You know how many motherfuckers came and went?
I had really got into some dangerous shit
Doin' anything if it's payin' the rent
It's nigga in the game for the fame, that's it
But she gon' disappear after that change get spent
Came in, I was playin' to win
Got the same intent
(Grind Hard)
I said what I meant
My apologies 'cause I could give a fuck about acknowledgment
Just route to my account when the deposit hit
Without all the clout or the politics
I stand on top of shit
I come from poppin' shit
I had got so hot, even my opps was lit
Fuck twelve, man, I'm too strapped for a stop and frisk
Bet my old sales wanna shop to this
Dirty scale, real nasty player
Kidnap your gal, then crash her Zelle
From trappin', slowin' up traffic
Yeah, to trafficking out tractor trailers
Rapping on behalf of felons
Road get hot, might have to mail it
Half your partners' cappin'
They ain't with you
The other half, they tellin'
Sacked up three-fives, halves, and sevens
Sandwich bags and plastic weapons
Told you we don't fuck with "twelve"
I'm chargin' extra after eleven
Cashed out last semester
Backpack full of gas, yeah, class in session
Count up like a math professor
Hit the hood and pass out testers
I was finna say
I just took the bitch out on a dinner date
She drinking lemon drops like they lemonade
I'ma try to make her hyperventilate
When I penetrate
Man, they in the way
Twenty racks tomorrow, made a ten today
Told her send location from her Finsta page
I'm 'bout to ship something, baby
Grind hard, I'll pick it up later
Greasy, a great leader
'Bout my cheese, yeah, I get extra greedy
Whip clean as a whistle
Yeah, I'll blow that shit like referees
Black card just like my Tesla key
That part, this called "sweat equity"
Your first mistake is letting 'em feed you
The more you know, the less you need 'em
I feed the streets, I keep it G
Go nowhere I don't need to be
I squeeze and leave with legal fees
Y'all ain't been up since PPP
Seen just like a read receipt
On fiend shit, seem like recently
Man, these nigga don't even want no money
I do, make sure you bring the fee
'Cause I'm plannin' my trip to Jamaica
And I don't know when I'm comin' back
You wanna go to Jamaica?
I'm goin' to Jamaica
I don't need you to take me
But do you wanna go with me?
No
Well, I'll meet you there
Mm-hmm
You got your passport?
I do, I do
Yeah, I have my passport
Can't wait
For real
Let The BandPlay
Jermaine Event
You know how many motherfuckers came and went?
I had really got into some dangerous shit
Doin' anything if it's payin' the rent
It's nigga in the game for the fame, that's it
But she gon' disappear after that change get spent
Came in, I was playin' to win
Got the same intent
(Grind Hard)
I said what I meant
My apologies 'cause I could give a fuck about acknowledgment
Just route to my account when the deposit hit
Without all the clout or the politics
I stand on top of shit
I come from poppin' shit
I had got so hot, even my opps was lit
Fuck twelve, man, I'm too strapped for a stop and frisk
Bet my old sales wanna shop to this
Dirty scale, real nasty player
Kidnap your gal, then crash her Zelle
From trappin', slowin' up traffic
Yeah, to trafficking out tractor trailers
Rapping on behalf of felons
Road get hot, might have to mail it
Half your partners' cappin'
They ain't with you
The other half, they tellin'
Sacked up three-fives, halves, and sevens
Sandwich bags and plastic weapons
Told you we don't fuck with "twelve"
I'm chargin' extra after eleven
Cashed out last semester
Backpack full of gas, yeah, class in session
Count up like a math professor
Hit the hood and pass out testers
I was finna say
I just took the bitch out on a dinner date
She drinking lemon drops like they lemonade
I'ma try to make her hyperventilate
When I penetrate
Man, they in the way
Twenty racks tomorrow, made a ten today
Told her send location from her Finsta page
I'm 'bout to ship something, baby
Grind hard, I'll pick it up later
Greasy, a great leader
'Bout my cheese, yeah, I get extra greedy
Whip clean as a whistle
Yeah, I'll blow that shit like referees
Black card just like my Tesla key
That part, this called "sweat equity"
Your first mistake is letting 'em feed you
The more you know, the less you need 'em
I feed the streets, I keep it G
Go nowhere I don't need to be
I squeeze and leave with legal fees
Y'all ain't been up since PPP
Seen just like a read receipt
On fiend shit, seem like recently
Man, these nigga don't even want no money
I do, make sure you bring the fee
'Cause I'm plannin' my trip to Jamaica
And I don't know when I'm comin' back
You wanna go to Jamaica?
I'm goin' to Jamaica
I don't need you to take me
But do you wanna go with me?
No
Well, I'll meet you there
Mm-hmm
You got your passport?
I do, I do
Yeah, I have my passport
Can't wait
