Texty:
Playa Fly Havin Thangs

named Q Telling my homies be careful o' the things that you do 'Cause I went out, assed out I shoulda never tripped and put my lips in between hips But I used to eat that thang

tec Make a nigga run up out his shit Havin' fun up out his shit, nigga, come up out yo' shit Yeah, them West Coast niggaz is sick I sent a lil' bitch upstairs She played

go to the movies I?ll flip it instead. You don?t pay me, I get this with my bread my bread. Cause you know my money ain?t a thang, a thang. Chorus 2x:

t go flippin' and makin' it topsy turvy Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp and that ass curvy 'Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time Havin

regime)* They got us fucked up I've been tough Since a young buck Nothin to prove Lots of pain plus some war cuts It ain't shit, but a thang to me Dangerously I play

stick up, I dare yall niggas to try I shoot a round that slow yall niggas down like yield signs I'll sell my house & my car before I go broke Play hard, pop fly

play with fire but She never told me I would grow to be a liar [Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Save the colors for the cars,

back and hide wit me Conversate when you fly wit me You dont need to be touched on Makin love over rough zone Playa hater get crushed on Bumrushed on Peep the game from a playa

be careful o' the things that you do Cuz I went out, assed out I shoulda never tripped and put my lips in between hips But I used to eat that thang