PLAYER - Intellectual

I'm gonna play you, baby girl, I can't lie

Keep keeping these secrets and she wanna know why

I know you wanna date her, but I'm her new guy

I know that she thinks about me every time that she cries

They want what they can't have, that's why they all up on me

Told her I'm counting money, racks, dollars in my sleep

She thought it was the AC when the money counter beeped

Used to be down and broke, now all these hoes up all on me

It was a trend to hate on me

Now I get bands in my sleep

Make sure all my homies eat

Rockstar life, suvie my jeans

Making plays that you don't see

And I can't lie, I got up

Got money, got purple inside my cup

Got money, got racks, I got them bucks

Not talkin' sex, girl, I am stuck

All I can do is stack it up

Can't catch a case, gotta catch these dubs

Lil bro caught a case, that's so fucked up

He wanna be me, told him tough luck

They hating, dead broke, no lie, that sucks

Couldn't relate, got a mansion, and I'm doing great

Got a bad bitch, she rich, she cute, and she got hella cake

Eating good, got a stack of racks beside my plate

Couldn't fuck with lames, they hate, and they be hella fake

Yeah, I just spent 400 on some jeans

Bad bitch love me, she wanna link

Racks so tall, they fill up a sink

I'm dating your slut while you're playing for keeps

My stacks going up, your stocks taking leaps

In into that money, lil bro into feet

I know she go crazy whenever she eats

I know Gabe go crazy when making these beats

I'm eating eddies, lil bro eating treats

Smoking that gas, and I'm up in the trees

Can't fuck with no lame hoes

Can't stick with these lame bros

On my own, stack up this dough

Stack this dough, add to my bag

He wanna try me, pull up with the mags

And my girl mad 'cause I won't hit her back

I can't lie, that's real sad

Focused on checks, yeah, focused on racks

He said wya, but I'm beating it back

Sorry, lil bro, can't gettin' her back