(Intro):

Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie

Fetty Chico, Shiznilty

I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out there

Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we wouldn't be real players

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha...



(Verse 1):

We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game

Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene

Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams

My squad like the S.W.A.T. team

Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen

By any means cream rules everything

Money is power rather die like a soldier than

Live my life as a coward

How many players spit the real hits?

How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill with?

Haters be actin' like the game is gone

But they ain't open they eyes

I've been spendin' dead presidents since they was alive

It's like Newport to G.P.C.

Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep

We Yay deep like a shark I pull you under the water

Get you caught up in some thug (Shhhh...)

Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the dirty Bay

Suit angles and hittin' switches thugs ain't your average

Marks just give up all they cabbage

See the big fish eat up the guppies

It's like real big dogs to little pound puppies

.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got 'em curious

But my style was a problem child

Robbin' banks when I was juvenile

I told my P.O. (parole officer) I wouldn't give him no drama

But if they try to take my life I'm dumpin', that's on my momma

And my little girl the world is pre-timers

Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her

High Powered



(Chorus):

High-High-High-High-High



(Skit over chorus):

[...yeah playboy, real players lovin' to ball

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