[Too $hort] Its just a little mo game (ye-yeah ye-yeah) You might need to learn some (make me say ohh) Listen and learn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh) [Verse One] Shes all about that get rich Treat a nigga like the lotto, hes a quick pick ... its nothin to a boss bitch What happened to his cash flow? He lost it She dont give a fuck about none of you guys She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise I knew the day and time would come When she went out in the world and had to find her one He sponsors all her daily, activities Im not her pimp, she dont pay me or give me fees I just laced her with the game, so she could shake those lames And try to take her change, I told her make yo name And turn the tables on em, I call her DJ Break-a-Trick Cause all your money shell be takin it Put her on the pedestal, your queen on the throne And shes still gon bring the money home [Chorus: Too $hort] (Make me say ohh) What she gon do? (Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon do? (Make me say ohh) What she gon do? Players better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon do? (Ill be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin) (Ohh, home to you.. home to you) (Youre givin me - loooooooooooove, with a nigga like you) (Its no need to play around, ohhhhhhh) (Youre more than just big pimpin) (Youre blowin my mind with the love that youre givin) (Thats what youll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy) [Verse Two] I knew she had potential, to be a real player Get paid up the ass by a millionaire She aint tradin sex, like these broke hoes Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrills Now its nothin but hundred dollar bills She got a lot of Gs, spend em how you please All you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo knees Dont go to Hoe College if you want some mo knowledge Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo dollars You can be a hustler, and never be a baller He tried to bread her up whenever he would call her But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang I try to teach em when they young, so they dont pass on the game And when you get your thang on Remember where you got your game and where you came from [Chorus] [Verse Three] Its obvious, we dont come from the same world But you still fell in love with the game girl Now youre, dedicated since you elevated And you, you never hated, just celebrated You cant play with the game, you gotta go get it Its fire - stop drop and then roll with it Let a baller finance your brand new car And if he cant do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin Tell him how you like diamond rings So fine, thats why he wanna buy you things Now you spendin and shoppin, like you playin a sport Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle $hort Im proud of you - what you grown to be Dont tell him nothin - you always belong to me You can travel the world and get your stack on Just dont be broke when you come back home [Chorus] - to fade
Artist: Too $hort
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