You play the game
Boy your shit foul
Always was tryna make a name
With that weak material
Always understanding
Getting bread's trivial
Came back from the dead
Now I'm taking all of y'all
You play the game
Boy your shit foul
Always was tryna make a name
With that weak material
Always understanding
Getting bread's trivial
Came back from the dead
Now I'm taking all of y'all
Typist
Big boy with the asics
Got money, my mami
And that haze that get you lazy
Bad bitch but she crazy
She dont even know me
Her pussy wet and fishy
She likes me 'cause the sticky
She looking for attention
Acting like we fighting
Smelling like a vison
She making up the stories
Dreaming 'bout a better life
No worries in paradise
Big money fugazzi ice
Hoes on me with plastic tights
You play the game
Boy your shit foul
Always was tryna make a name
With that weak material
Always understanding
Getting bread's trivial
Came back from the dead
Now I'm taking all of y'all
You play the game
Boy your shit foul
Always was tryna make a name
With that weak material
Always understanding
Getting bread's trivial
Came back from the dead
Now I'm taking all of y'all