GunPlay Lyrics

Oh, no, fasho, bust it open there it go

Oh, my, God, got me messing with a pro

In different area codes, can't be mad at these oh's

I mean she bad and she know, do the splits on the pole

Yea that's my lil baby, but she act like she grown

Got a man for what? still going up

She got her hands on the floor, gon' twerk it some more

Then dance on her girl, I think she from another world

Came through with my partners, came to play check the roster

Got them bottles in hand make you forget your man

Doing all this for what? back it up let me touch

Got ass for days, might as well be getting paid

Magic City Monday then I hit Blue Flame

Big body wide open so I tip her on stage

She move this way, that way, every way

Bust it open like some gunplay

Back it up, Brinks truck, that's wassup

Bust it open like some gunplay

this way, that way, every way

Bust it open like some gunplay

Back it up, Brinks truck, that's wassup

Bust it open like some gunplay

The club going up, my nigga chillin' in the cut

Hand full of one's, it's getting nasty throw it up

Here for a good time, not a very long time

Lil asian baby talking 'bout me love you long time

Keep it pushing like a player minor league I do it major

Handing no favors 'cause I'm all about the paper

Fast life baby come and get it ain't no later

Red bone thick back it up for this paper

Tearing down the walls, shake and make it pause

She wobble-d-wobble, like it's nothing dawg

Baby girl from the south, T.I. bring em' out

Ain't nothing safe when Clark Kent in the house

We going up so we all they talk about

Put your hands up you see I move the crowd

Ain't talking Cannon, but you know we Wild'n Out

Summers over too high to come, down

She move this way, that way, every way

Bust it open like some gunplay

Back it up, Brinks truck, that's wassup

Bust it open like some gunplay

this way, that way, every way

Bust it open like some gunplay

Back it up, Brinks truck, that's wassup

Bust it open like some gunplay