Don’t Play With Him lyrics

by

Destroy Lonely


[Intro]
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Uh, uh (It's real deal ice that I put on my fit, It's real deal ice that I put on my b*tch)
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Uh, uh (It's real deal ice that I put on my fit, It's real deal Ricks that cover my b*tch)
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Uh, uh (You ain't see no one put on like this, I don't see none of you hatin' ass b*tches)
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(clayco on the beat)

[Chorus]
Yeah, It's real deal ice that cover my fit
Yeah, it's real deal Rick that cover my b*tch
I got real deal drip, and I paid for that sh*t
I can't see none of these hatin' lil' n*ggas
I can't see none of these hatin' lil' b*tches
I'm too focused on paper, lil' n*gga
I'm too focused on tryna get rich
Yeah, I just DM'd this bad lil' b*tch
In the city, wе go back to the Ritz
I'm rocking this Prada sh*t
I just bought another b*tch
I just broke t thе ATM
Lil' b*tch, I'm that n*gga, don't play with him
If he goofy then you know we snaking him
He got some sh*t that I want them I'm taking him
Top Floor Boss, b*tch no I won't play with him
[Verse 1]
Switch up the swag one time, yeah, roll up some gas one time
Very important, I don't wait in line, yeah that n*gga broke he shopping by the line
Yeah and this b*tch fine, yeah, she could waste my time
Yeah said this b*tch a dime, and I won't drop a dime

[Refrain]
Uh, b*tch it's money, to be made, every time its sunny then its rainy days
They all want something from me, but this sh*t they can't take
I'm gettin' rich b*tch, I'm gettin' paid
I need a rich b*tch who get paid
Uh, b*tch it's money, to be made, every time its sunny then its rainy days
They all want something from me, but this sh*t they can't take
I'm gettin' rich b*tch, I'm gettin' paid
I need a rich b*tch who get paid

[Verse 2]
Come f*ck with the biggest fish up in the lake
What I just spent on weed is what these n*ggas make
What I drip by the day, they can't even get it
And they all on the net lookin' for my fit
Got these hoes on the net looking for my b*tch
Got my bro on the net, and I call up twin
Live a Rockstar life and it's full of sin
If you try me its up n*gga and that's it
I'm only 19 with so many kids
These n*ggas don't know they selves, try it
Ask these n*ggas who the f*ck they is
Lil' b*tch I know my self, try it
I'ma tell you. I know I'm the sh*t
Oh you think you know me b*tch? Try it
I'ma kick you right out of the crib
[Chorus]
Yeah, It's real deal ice that cover my fit
Yeah, it's real deal Rick that cover my b*tch
I got real deal drip, and I paid for that sh*t
I can't see none of these hatin' lil' n*ggas
I can't see none of these hatin' lil' b*tches
I'm too focused on paper, lil' n*gga
I'm too focused on tryna get rich
Yeah, I just DM'd thid bad lil' b*tch
In the city, we go back to the Ritz
I'm rocking this Prada sh*t
I just bought another b*tch
I just broke t the ATM
Lil' b*tch, I'm that n*gga, don't play with him
If he goofy then you know we snaking him
He got some sh*t that I want them I'm taking him
Top Floor Boss, b*tch no I won't play with him

[Refrain]
Uh, b*tch it's money, to be made, every time its sunny then its rainy days
They all want something from me, but this sh*t they can't take
I'm gettin' rich b*tch, I'm gettin' paid
I need a rich b*tch who get paid
Uh, b*tch it's money, to be made, every time its sunny then its rainy days
They all want something from me, but this sh*t they can't take
I'm gettin' rich b*tch, I'm gettin' paid
I need a rich b*tch who get paid
[Outro]
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