Wais P

Wais P - Bitch I Don't Play lyrics

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Chorus: (x2)

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

You better have my paper!

You better have my paper!

Bitch, I don't play around, I got car notes

Drop two Gs every week at the bar, hoe

While I... I twist Ketel One Vodka

Known at the sea food house for cracking lobsters

Five pounds, mushrooms stuffed...

Living like a boss is a...

I'm the life of every party

Four hoes with bad that bodies, jumping off the Ducaties

Living life like the young John Gaudi

Sip, I ain't here to pop clips,

Just to break me a bitch, shit!

Chorus: (x2)

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

You better have my paper!

You better have my paper!

Baby girl, we both need money in this world

And I ain't got no perm, or no curl

All I got is dick for a bitch if she making me rich

If she ain't paying me cash, I ain't touching that ass!

I don't care how fly you are, how shy you are

If you're a lawyer, a doctor, your body is so proper!

If you ain't paying me, you're deader than..

Can't be on my team, can't be on my raster

Can't go platinum, can't win no Oscar

Can't be no step child, can't be no foster

Unless you got paper to offer to these pimp squad master

Macking on somebody's daughter

I'm yelling now:

Chorus: (x2)

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

You better have my paper!

You better have my paper!

Hey hoe, listen, there ain't no games with me

I get paid if a bitch try to hang with me

Son of a pimp hit a pimping in my... you see

Cause I'mma pimp my blood, no relation, I'm G!

And momma said that never loved a bad hoe

Daddy was a pimp, nicknames Saind Pablo

My last hoe gave me cash out the asshole

So I rap dough, man slow

I turn the.. stalking with the dimes, I pass hoes!

Corn rose, micro braze, I'm half froze

Long as the math grows

I ain't tripping, I'm pimping, trying to knock me a fast hoe!

Chorus: (x2)

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

Bitch, I don't play around, I get money

You better have my paper!

You better have my paper!

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