Young Lay - All About My Fetti

The definition of a playa hata: A busta A bitch with a dick A violator of the Sixth Bar of the Mack Game "Man, you know that nigga Khayree fuckin Mac Mall on his money, man You know that nigga Lay ain't gon' get paid Heard Ray Luv in jail and shit" Little old bitch-ass muthafuckas Mac Mall Young Lay Ray Luv I'ma need y'all to come in, man I need the whole Young Black Brotha Records line-up to come in And spit some game to these lil' old bitches with dicks Playa-hatin busta-ass nuthin-ass niggas Now you nuthin-ass niggas check game Hey playa, don't it be a point in your life Where you just wanna smoke a muthafucka, man? (Fuck yeah!) Man you get to trippin on some of that wild shit Hoes and flauntin shit A nigga tryina kick back, man, you know Be real about his fetti though They all in a nigga mix What's up, Mac Mall, Ray Luv What's up, playas? Hey man, that be them inner way-ass niggas, Lay Cuz it's like this, man: When my album came out, man Next thing you know it's a million muthafuckas in my face Askin me so many questions Shit... Young Ray Luv, what's up man? (Jealous-ass muthfafuckas...) Yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though (Hell yeah) That's right Check this out You know we all about that money, man Got no time to be trippin on that stupid shit Little old biaatch Ah, it's goin down (That's right) But anyway Who finna serve em some of that old pimp shit, man? (I think Ray Luv) Your nigga Young Ray Luv in the house (I think i'm finna come on first) Tell em muthafuckas [ Ray Luv ] One mo' time for the streets of Killa Cali Grew up on the dank and shootin dice up in the alley Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta O.G. game from the muthafuckin gutter I guess it was cool when a nigga had no riches Cuz niggas didn't p.h. and run they mouths like bitches Much love for the hood, what up, nigga, where's my homies? Show love for these niggas, but they ain't got no love for me Jealous as fuck when I got love from the Crest niggas But all I get is mean mugs from you West niggas Now that I think these muthafuckas is so funny 'll peel a nigga's cap for a trick-ass nobody (You better check your heart and your brain, man I think you niggas need to get up on some game, man) Picked up on your ho, I'm gettin jocked by your steady All I want the money though, I'm all about my fetti Nigga Money money money's all I know I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes Money money money's all I see You need to get some game and quit fuckin with me Moneeey (I'm all about my fetti) Money [ Mac Mall ] Now half of these niggas is falsified The rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide A lotta them is cowards who be actin hard Some is tired-ass tricks who will never get far Some is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lley But they still pushin pebbles to this muthafuckin day Some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin else Them niggas need to check theyself But the sucker that I hate the most Is the busta full of envy, mad cuz he broke Every night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get me I wouldn't fuck her with yo dick, she ain't got nothin to give me Cuz your nigga is broke, so hoe, I know you're starvin So you won't have to worry about Mac Mall harmin Your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship I got my money and my cuddies, who needs a bitch? Mac Mall will never get played I'ma stay Ses ways And you know I'm all about that money That's all I know, nigga Fuck them hoes and them niggas That's all I see in the Triple C Stop fuckin with me I'm all about my fetti I'm all about my fetti Yeah, my nigga Young L