[Featuring Eightball. MJG]

Verse One:

No one has to ask who be actin' bad

Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass

From Memphis *** around the world and than back again

Make non rappin' weak MC's go home practisin'

I flip a Benz *** and plenty Benjamins

Lo key plenty ends makes plenty friends

Baby I got all the herb that I need to toke

Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggaz in disbelief

Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope

Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks

Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya

Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh

Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy

Ain't afraid to rat-a-tat boy

Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy

The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy

Chorus:

Everything that I do be all about the loot

I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots

Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose

I give the world to a woman, but I don't love ho's

I'm a player, baby and don't you forget

You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it

In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday

The player way, the player way

Verse Two: Mase

Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot

Look see, my niggaz rock, height man be in the drop

Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it

'less there's TV's in it

I can talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat

You foul and if you

** styles you wouldn't get back

You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at

I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at

I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to