Play Your Part (Pt. 1) - Girl Talk

Play your part

Sweet Jones!

My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber

Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover

Money on the dresser, drive a compressor

Top notch ho’s get the most, not the lesser

Trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club

Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love

She be cross country givin' all that she got

A thousand a pop, I’m pullin' Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads

Some ho’s wanna choose, but them bitches too scary

Your bitch chose me, you ain’t a pimp you a fairy

Pump that shit

Now walk it out

West Side walk it out

South Side walk it out

East Side walk it out

North Side walk it out

Now hit the dance floor

And bend your back low

She do it with no hands

Now stop pop and roll

I’m smoking bubba ho

Now they in trouble ho

I like the way she move

An undercover ho

It’s on once again

Patron once again

I threw my head back

Then I froze like the Wind

West Side walk it out

South Side walk it out

East Side walk it out

North Side walk it out

We’re not gonna take it

You can show me how

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how

No, we ain’t gonna take it!

You can show me how

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how

We’re not gonna take it… anymore!

Hey, hey, you can show me how

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how

Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

Cause I ball hard

No bitch we ball harder

I am the Birdman

And I’m J-R-uh

Bitch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

Bitch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say

What you know about that?

I know all about that

Bitch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say

Can’t see you lil' niggas, the money in the way

And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed

If you ain’t gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, shit

I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate

Even though it ain’t my birthday but I got my name on the cake, shit

Believe that and if ya mans wanna play

I’mma fuck around and put the boy’s brains on the table

Hey pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em-lay

Where I’m from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday

Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em

Make a song about me, I’m throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)

Bitch I’m a pipe, she like a crack addict

If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it

I grab my keys, ho I gotta go

I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

Cause nothing compares

What you know about that?

Nothing compares… to you

What you know about that?

I was gettin' some head

Gettin', gettin' some head

I was gettin' some head

Gettin', gettin' some head

Nothing compares

What you know about that?

Nothing compares… to you

I know all about that

I was gettin' some head

Gettin', gettin' some head

I was with the kinda girl that make your toes curl