[Intro](I hear you, JAY C)Ayy(RJ always tripping, man)You always tripping, RJ (RJ always tripping, man)I'm tripping tooAyyAyyAyy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga)[Chorus]I don't play games, I play with the cardsI'ma play with her then play with her heartBitch scoring too, she can play with the sparksPut a hammer to his head, turn him to a sharkI don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple HPunch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweightHow the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way?Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights[Verse]Handpicked fit from Saks, I don't need a stylistStop saying that you up, you ain't seen a islandCouldn't pass English class, now I'm Visa writingStop talking APs, you ain't seen a [?]Speaking of AP, I just touchdownedGucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump nowI ain't walk off the porch, boy, I jumped downLooking like comic book off the Runtz cloudChilly moe, spent seven on Beluga YeezysCaptain Save-A-Ho, boy, that bitch was super easyWould talk about the opps but they too benеath meBitch asked if I was TID, through the 'oop to SweezeeSpеaking of bro, the clip full of baldheadsWizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all headPull a whole balance off, I need all breadStop talking 'bout, they all deadBlowing Cookie, I look like a Japanese KoreanGot half off the banks, other half from VisasSuperpower with this punch, you can ask VegetaFraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arenaAll rookie swipe team, call me "Luka Trončić"Bitch a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my JohnsonA thousand bucks for these bitches, these shoes ain't commonBroke-ass boy, yo pops should've used a condomDropped a four and got some head, I'm finna hibernateBro hit the road, I had his back like a license plateThigh pad on me, it's a 49ers dayIf they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a KHuh, and damn near a rocket launcher tooNah, for real, slide'll knock the chimney off his roofShe gave me head, I look down, thought I lost my shoesOff-White belt on, better be cautious, dude"What is ShittyBoyz?", bitch, it's three scammersThousand dollar phone on me came with three camerasI think we could stop Thor with these three hammersWalked in the store and I got rich off of three jammersThis white bitch gave me head for a FrappuccinoYeah, I heard yo song but I know it's capperinoTalk crunchy like I just ate a bag of CheetosTouchdown MIA, feel like Dan MarinoValentinos on, got me feeling EuropeanIt's all bad if TrDee turn into a demonRunning errands in Dior, I'm turnt for no reasonTranslate and Telegram, I plug German [?]Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that's French dressingIf she ain't throwing neck, she can't get a text messageJust scuffed the Louis, now I'm Triple S steppingGo and get a bag, buddy, that's the best lessonIt ain't a thing on my ass but the Ksubi tagScuffed the kicks and threw a fit, with my bougie-assLiving Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bagDrinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath[Chorus]I don't play games, I play with the cardsI'ma play with her then play with her heartBitch scoring too, she can play with the sparksPut a hammer to his head, turn him to a sharkI don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple HPunch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweightHow the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way?Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights
