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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Plies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Martin
A. Martin
Songwriter
Alexander Stephen Martin
Alexander Stephen Martin
Songwriter
Algernod Washington
Algernod Washington
Songwriter
Brandon Crear
Brandon Crear
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Tyson
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Justin Trawick
Justin Trawick
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Leslie Braithwaite
Leslie Braithwaite
Mixing Engineer
Necronam
Necronam
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, man, I heard a couple **** 'round here
Who said they don't like me, man
(Who say they don't like me)
I heard a couple **** say they don't like me, man
And I got a couple **** 'round here, bro
Who owe me a lil paper
(What?)
No, **** ain't answering they phone no more
(Owe me a lil cash)
(They ain't answer they phone?)
Man, I ain't gon' grab the album, bruh
I'ma tell you how I'ma handle this young man
(How you gon' handle it?)
[Verse 2]
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
[Verse 3]
Make your bitch leave home
And don't come back
Sit her down in that Chevy
And change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood
And watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and fuck her on fifty stacks
'Fore you play with me, dawg
You better get it right
Tell you straight up, lil homie
I'm playing real trite
Walk up straight up in the club, ****, with your wife
And make her dance in front of me
While I drink yay
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to piss you off
I'ma let her throw a stack
And every time you see her
I'ma dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her
I'ma make you buy a bite
And let her push the whip
While I sit in the bike
And make yo hoe sleep naked with me
All night
And put hickies all over
****, that's what she like
Keep playin' with me, and I'll fuck up your whole life
[Verse 4]
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
[Verse 5]
I don't want your side hoe, ****
I want your main bitch
The one you call babe
One you in love with
Make yo ho pack yo shit
And make her call you right now
And tell you it's over with
Before she hang up the phone
She gon' tell you she's Plies' bitch
And when you call her back
Gon' have her number switched
And I'ma fuck her every day
Until I get her thick
And make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did
For her and full of dick
I might move her out the hood, ****
Just to pick
I know how to make you **** lose weight real quick
And have you walking 'round this bitch
Looking real sick
I'll have yo' ass embarrassed
Hanging 'round your own clique
I'll make you call me ****
And say, Plies, I quit
I'ma tell you I'm counting money
So I'll hit you back, 'jit
And hang right up the phone
And lay on your bitch
[Verse 6]
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
**** owe me some money
He ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you fuck ****
Who playa hatin'
**** claim he don't like me
But it's all gravy
Keep playin' with me, and I'ma fuck your ol' lady
Written by: A. Martin, B. Crear, Plies, Ronell Levatte
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