Letras
She told me pull up boo, baby I'd love too
But I'ma keep it real baby, players fuck up too
Ash out the sun roof
I know when you stressing i'm the one that you come to
Hate that I ain't perfect baby players fuck up too
Look what these stocks do
Missed the bell by one minute, now it's a flop move
Taking vacations, I'm Webbie, I need the top room
Looking at my bitch, top one no top two
Caught in her feelings, and now she trippin'
And I ain't even trippin'
Players fuck up too, but I handle business
Should've told her from the jump I had like five different women
She told me pull up boo, baby I'd love too
But I'ma keep it real baby, player's fuck up too
Thinking in my mind, tuh, how did this come to
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
Catching me cheating, she saying Webbie don't love her, get you another
Crying all them tears to your mama and your cousins
Stop fronting, yeah baby players fuck up too
Ain't have no attitude when you was asking for shark boots
Or money for them clothes, nails, hair, and Dr. Miami
Let's start us a family, sometimes I know you can't stand me
Let's take a trip out of Cali, do this shit right
The realist of the realist fuck up baby, it's just life
Caught in her feelings again, how when I'm making us win
Riding in latest of Benz, could've cried up in that Honda
Players fuck up too, let me remind ya
She told me pull up boo, baby I'd love too
But I'ma keep it real baby, player's fuck up too
Thinking in my mind, tuh, how did this come to
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
But I'ma keep it real baby players fuck up too
(Yeah baby, you know players fuck up too, it's part of the game)
(But is you gon' stop fuckin' with me though)
(Webbie)