Quit Playin Games Hoe Lyrics

I pull up with my niggas
You know what song we poppin
I'm the fatest mack
So everybody watchin
My timbos aint scuff'd
Hydro I got enuff
The kind that make you choke
Everytime you take a puff'
The real players cheefin'
Notin' but ballas keepin
You can smell it on my clothes
So it aint no secret
Rag on my head
Braids to the back
Gimme that grey goose
And put that yak back
I'm on another level
Bitches I got several
Don't try to rob me
I got that heavy metal
You in the dirt now
You on the ground now
Can't make a sound now
You wanna clown now

*Chorus*
Stop playin games ho
It's about that money you makin
You playin games ho
Aint bout no talkin no fakin
Stop playing games ho
It's about that life you livin
You playin games ho
Look at all this money you missin

So what's the deal pimpin
I'm so for real pimpin
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With unbroken seal pimpin'
I flip the big truck
With some big rims
I get my dick sucked
When I pull out the benz
Switchin' cds
Watching dvds
Down MLK in my suvs
Pigeons jockin' me
They wanna ride with me
You gotta be down ho
Like bobby brown and whitney
I'm not gorilla pimpin'... but I keep them killas with me
Yo u 4 reel nigga... think u can deal with me??
You gotta couple of gunz... you know a couple of dudes
You need to shut your mouth
That's what u need to do

Chorus (x2)

Listen carefully... let me tell u somethin'
This song is dedicated to niggas out there bumpin'
Talkin 2 much... fakin', shakin', frontin'
You got a lot 2 say and aint nobody ask u nuthin'
Might get your jaw broke might get yo wig split
Might get yo car shot up might get yo door kicked
Might get u kidnapped might get yo neck snapped
Might get yo feelins' hurt thinkin this is juss a rap
To all u lil mama's who wanna get my number
After the show is over... u wanna come on ova
U wanna sip mo u wanna smoke dro
Ask me 20 questions... this aint no talk show
I'm not ur boyfriend... I'm not ur hus-band... I'm not ur sugar daddy
I'm not ur best friend... don't need no best man... don't need no wedding band
Close ur mouf and listen close 2 what I'm sayin'

Chorus