The Player's Anthem Lyrics

Ayy, ayy

Granny told me you can't make it to heaven

Without goin' through hell

I was prayin' you win, nigga, you prayin' I fail

I done got me some paper, niggas scared, I can tell

Fuck my bitch on the balcony, put her leg on the rail

I can't fuck nothin' average, I like bad bitches only

Type to fuck u good, then go and get her back on her lonely

Niggas gossip for views, only mad they don't know me

And he hate it, I just spent a hundred bands on a trophy

Bought my mama a crib, got my sister a house

We just came up out the struggle, this what life is about

I'm the type to get even, you the type to get out

Call a freak to pull up on me, ain't no typin' it out

I don't play about the money, I can't play with the time

Ex-bitch bitter, cause it's out of sight, out of mind

Fuck an internet gangster, them the toughest to find

Start a business, motherfucker, stay the fuck out of mind, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let the money pile up and stay the fuck out the way, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Put them kids inside your wheel, cause niggas die every day, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Get out your feelings, get some paper, you can cry in the Wraith, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

And if you hate on any nigga get the fuck out my face

Touchdown in Miami, had to slide with some bosses

Win or lose, bae gone bet, the money line with the dolphins

Give me head in the whip, give me head at the office

Need a quickie on the beach, that pussy wet as a faucet

Had to stick to the plan, put the money in motion

Keep ya Head up while you chasin', cause the money the focus

Ghetto bitch in Atlanta, Spanish bitch overseas

Bring the bikes out to the block, shit, I'll pay all the fees

I'll pay all the fines, need the city to shine

Remember they couldn't understand me, now they standin' in line

Now they waitin' for tickets, that's the end of discussion

This that tunnel vision grind, it come with no interruptions

Tell me how you been feelin', you turn nothin' to somethin

Even when the goofy shit had to be cut from the budget

Fuck an internet gangster, them the toughest to find

Start a motherfuckin' business, stay the fuck outta mind

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let the money pile up and stay the fuck out the way, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Put them kids inside your wheel, cause niggas die everyday, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Get out your feelings, get some paper, you can cry in the Wraith, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

And if you hate on any nigga, get the fuck out my face

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Let the money pile up and stay the fuck out the way, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Put them kids inside your wheel, cause niggas die everyday, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Get out your feelings, get some paper, you can cry in the Wraith, you know

Uh-huh, uh-huh

And if you hate on any nigga, get the fuck out my face