Lyrics
I'm in that third lane switchin'
Bitches know me as unforgivin'
Soon as I fuck 'em, I dump 'em out the whip and start to rippin'
Flick my cigar 'cause this playa pimpin' show no love to hoes
Gold blades, choppin' up cement wherever Rami goes
Swing to the left and, uh
Swing to the right (okay)
As I push up the Caddy, I'm bumpin' on Tommy Wright
And they know they cannot touch me
Your girlfriend been tryna fuck me
I have been posted at the crib
Just smokin', thumbin' through all my money
Flossin', candy glossin'
Gucci steppin' while I'm walkin', collar-poppin'
Boy, you simpin' over bitches, man, I see you sobbin'
I don't want your fuckin' guts, get on your knees and start to slobbin'
International pimpin', been fuckin' hoes around the world
Got me a bitch that speaks the Swahili and a Spanish girl
Rose gold playa shit, tailored suits, and gator kicks
Open up my mouth, you see the 24K when I spit
I let the rims keep spinning
I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player
Grab the 40 make you 2 step
I let the rims keep spinning
I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player
Grab the 40 make you 2 step
Six in the mornin', hit the blunt and I'm zonin'
These bitches swarmin', steppin' on my Versace flowin'
Candy-coatin', as a youngin, this game was soakin'
Swingers pokin', bangin' Screw while I'm out here roamin'
Sandman, bring me your dream and them finer things
I want a Chevy on Daytons and a choppa with a laser beam
I need 'bout three hoes, ones that can fuck and cook for sure
And a new speed boat, so I can push the Cali coast
This ain't no joke, Rami posted, lookin' for the smoke
Aim at your throat, choppa singin', hittin' all the notes
Reap what you sow, 'cause, uh, you never know
And, uh, times I was thinkin' I'ma keep it thuggin' 'til I go
I let the rims keep spinning
I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player
Grab the 40 make you 2 step
I let the rims keep spinning
I ain't even hop out yet
I'm just a real life player
Grab the 40 make you 2 step