Love/Hate to be a Player

Love, Love to be a player

Love, Love to be a player

Love, Love to be a player

Love, Love to be a player

I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket

Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures

Bitches see me, they wanna be me

And all the brothers run to them cuz they can't reach me

For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel

Automatically, grab it

Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus

I'm a jump you like Kneival in a rush, please

I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree

When it ain't me check me

University teach class dispatch grade D

My Keats kick you in the balzac

Alls that so wack, hiphop hits gone bad

But that brag dag, it's temptin

Money cash hoes let me kick a little somethin

I can put the ho back in hotel

Write, win a nobel, run wit the cartel

Rock? well I rock well, slam like a Montel

Fat eat a snackwell

Smack like a bonne bell

Talk with the tic tac on the startac wait hate that

It's Rap gettin tired

Booty call of the Wild-I'm snorin

Like hootie all of a sudden-borin

You don't blowfish? Hmm, let me finish, I'm a step wit

Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip

Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit

Damn I did it (what for?)

Connect four, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more

Cuz this cracker needs a jack

Need some caramel in the back

And since you askin lick me like baskin

Like you Robbin cream, where you been?

Multitask my ass like computer blue Year two

Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy, amazing, Grace

Like Jones I'm a giant, body Y-two-K compliant

Please, I'm ready for three grand

Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man

No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up

I hate to be a player, worse I hate to relay it

I hate to be a player, worse I hate to relay it