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Playmaker (Young.N$gga.Making.Playz) Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Benzo
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Roddy Fairco




Big Benzo - Playmaker (Young.N$gga.Making.Playz) Lyrics
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A nigga had wins but had way more losses
But I built bigger spilt liquor wit big bosses
Plastic on my wrist dreams of getting it frostbit
Kept my eyes on the cream wit dreams getting us all rich
Look now we all lit I swear that we all lit
Hakeem The dream I got moves don't get exhausted
I'm clean I'm mean mask up on that lacrosse shit
Don't say too much a price on your head they gon off if
Since Obama never really helped me out from his office
I know trump won't so I gotta get it no talking
Bro driving then parking then shots get to sparking
Out the 12 in the spur f*ck he think that he Aldridge
Still the same me the same me that sold em pounds out apartments
Then I shitted spent a ticket tryna buy Neimen Marcus
Og said watch my back this money make me a target
Keep that pistol ain't shit change I still get t-shirts from target
I ain't the type of nigga that's pressed for a feature
I was getting money they at the games on the bleachers
Now its time for me to go n get a foreign 2 seater
R.I.P fredo still sip lean by the liter
Who is these niggas wanna tell me what I can't do
He just mad that I f*cked his bitch that pussy ran through
Bitch I'm not a junky n if I was that's my problem
Master P I got the hook up you know I got it
You gon need Ben Wallace bitch ain't no shot blocking
I just re-up I just re-up yeah you know I'm stock piling
Warehousing wholesaling financing big planning
Trip taking risk taking calling plays rich Gannon
This my ring I Vince McMahon it
You to sloppy sticky bandit
You can't f*ck my bitch kuz she don't f*ck wit niggas empty handed
Ain't shit change and that's evident ain't worried bout the president
I just got a bitch and she a plug I swear she heaven sent
Ain't shit change I just got a bigger vision
Now or never gotta get it I'm too old for penny pitching
Same nigga I just grew
Tryna get it wit the crew
It's still money over bitches lil hoe I thought you knew
Ain't change I just I see shit different
Im the same nigga breaking pounds down in the kitchen
Its the growth ain't no talking I just do a lot of listening
Playz making vacations that's how we living
F*ck talking I'm bout counting money nigga I ain't much for that chit chat
F*ck I label I make more money independent they don't get that
I got sauce ima stunter in designer and its mismatch
How you texting niggas tuff from ya bitch phone where that bitch at
Draco in bed sleeping wit my like a bitch
Get caught I don't know shit ask my lawyer don't ask me shit
They gave my man from Delaware all this time for a stick
He just got charged for the gun not the bodies on the bitch
That's a blessing that's a blessing we gon get it we gon cashout
Lil homie scamming cards push it til it max out
You know where I Been Nigga I Been in the traphouse
Move it out i get it to you weather it's a pound or a half ounce
We gon move we gon Work
She gon twerk she gon twerk
Ima nut in her face ima muthaf*ckin jerk
Bus a move like Kyrie I run shit like CP3
I do this shit for We this shit bigger than just me
It's bigger than Nino Brown niggas all about self
Put yourself in my shoes maybe you'd feel what I felt
But still matter fact chill don't even wanna take it there
Moving on them hounds n Amtrak's tryna to make it there
On my own niggas ain't loyal it's so many snakes in here
Homie in that cell losing his mind like bro I hate it here
I hate it too niggas hate n I'm just tryna get rich
Killed em on the weight then dominated wit the big nicks
BITCH
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A nigga had wins but had way more losses
But I built bigger spilt liquor wit big bosses
Plastic on my wrist dreams of getting it frostbit
Kept my eyes on the cream wit dreams getting us all rich
Look now we all lit I swear that we all lit
Hakeem The dream I got moves don't get exhausted
I'm clean I'm mean mask up on that lacrosse shit
Don't say too much a price on your head they gon off if
Since Obama never really helped me out from his office
I know trump won't so I gotta get it no talking
Bro driving then parking then shots get to sparking
Out the 12 in the spur f*ck he think that he Aldridge
Still the same me the same me that sold em pounds out apartments
Then I shitted spent a ticket tryna buy Neimen Marcus
Og said watch my back this money make me a target
Keep that pistol ain't shit change I still get t-shirts from target
I ain't the type of nigga that's pressed for a feature
I was getting money they at the games on the bleachers
Now its time for me to go n get a foreign 2 seater
R.I.P fredo still sip lean by the liter
Who is these niggas wanna tell me what I can't do
He just mad that I f*cked his bitch that pussy ran through
Bitch I'm not a junky n if I was that's my problem
Master P I got the hook up you know I got it
You gon need Ben Wallace bitch ain't no shot blocking
I just re-up I just re-up yeah you know I'm stock piling
Warehousing wholesaling financing big planning
Trip taking risk taking calling plays rich Gannon
This my ring I Vince McMahon it
You to sloppy sticky bandit
You can't f*ck my bitch kuz she don't f*ck wit niggas empty handed
Ain't shit change and that's evident ain't worried bout the president
I just got a bitch and she a plug I swear she heaven sent
Ain't shit change I just got a bigger vision
Now or never gotta get it I'm too old for penny pitching
Same nigga I just grew
Tryna get it wit the crew
It's still money over bitches lil hoe I thought you knew
Ain't change I just I see shit different
Im the same nigga breaking pounds down in the kitchen
Its the growth ain't no talking I just do a lot of listening
Playz making vacations that's how we living
F*ck talking I'm bout counting money nigga I ain't much for that chit chat
F*ck I label I make more money independent they don't get that
I got sauce ima stunter in designer and its mismatch
How you texting niggas tuff from ya bitch phone where that bitch at
Draco in bed sleeping wit my like a bitch
Get caught I don't know shit ask my lawyer don't ask me shit
They gave my man from Delaware all this time for a stick
He just got charged for the gun not the bodies on the bitch
That's a blessing that's a blessing we gon get it we gon cashout
Lil homie scamming cards push it til it max out
You know where I Been Nigga I Been in the traphouse
Move it out i get it to you weather it's a pound or a half ounce
We gon move we gon Work
She gon twerk she gon twerk
Ima nut in her face ima muthaf*ckin jerk
Bus a move like Kyrie I run shit like CP3
I do this shit for We this shit bigger than just me
It's bigger than Nino Brown niggas all about self
Put yourself in my shoes maybe you'd feel what I felt
But still matter fact chill don't even wanna take it there
Moving on them hounds n Amtrak's tryna to make it there
On my own niggas ain't loyal it's so many snakes in here
Homie in that cell losing his mind like bro I hate it here
I hate it too niggas hate n I'm just tryna get rich
Killed em on the weight then dominated wit the big nicks
BITCH
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Writer: Roddy Fairco
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