Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playaz Roll, artist - Chamillionaire. Date of issue: 07.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Playaz Roll |
| Yeah they know what time it is. |
| Russel Lee in here with Happy P. |
| Paul Wall and Chamillionaire. |
| Man, it’s going down. |
| Ay, it look like a G in the knot but, it’s not, it’s three |
| Time is money, you don’t wanna chase the clock with me |
| I squat in the drop, not a dirty spot to see |
| Stand on top of my dough in the desert, and spot the sea |
| My money’s tall, I been born to stack chips |
| Ignore my taxes, frame on the lack list |
| Hop on the mattress to get pornographic |
| Make a move on the chick, and move on to that sis |
| Hits, Chamillionaire he raps |
| So she lifts up the shirt show the bra with two straps |
| But how ironic is that, cause the boy can do that |
| I lift up my shirt, so the boy got two straps |
| Gotta strap up, I gotta be safe sexin |
| So I strap up, I gotta keep a weapon |
| It’s Koopa protectin my health cause so many girls call me boo |
| Im scared of myself, haha |
| But they lucky, get the chedder and buck |
| Cause me and Lucky we both be tryin a get in a vault |
| Make bronze money turn greener than the incredible hulk |
| But I’m pain in full, vato what you thought… Koopa |
| Believe that, money ain’t nothin. |
| Specially you bout yo business. |
| Ay, Russ let em' know how these playas roll. |
| I come here to let you know, just how us playas roll |
| These boys betta pay what they owe, cause I gotta keep my money long |
| Gotta keep on hustling, can’t keep on struggeling |
| My life, my feddi, my niggas, my family and thats all I know |
| Who make yo head bob like Marley and stay Brown like Charlie |
| Money to throw away with more green than Tommy |
| And I’m still on my toes, I got paper to wash |
| I keep girls every where from L.A. to the Bronx |
| I got em passing out flyers, cause you know I’m no dummy |
| I don’t play football but you feel my homecoming |
| Im throwed, call me Jimmy «Superfly» Snuka |
| Its funny my trunk keep doin the hooka hooka |
| Labels keep callin cause they like my style |
| Im so fly, I gotta a million frequent flyer miles |
| I want her and her friend, cause I heard they dike |
| Im at the bar with Paul, and play thursday night |
| Chain glowing like a Darth Vader sword |
| Full of that high grade bombay de’jour |
| Im just a playamade mexican and my pants stay starched |
| Traded in the Bently, for a black made bomb |
| Im all about stackin green |
| Im tryin a get whats in your wallet and the back of them jeans |
| But theres more to life than, just facts and lean |
| Lil momma’s know I’m the mack of the team |
| Gotta, fly honey dip on my siiide |
| Pimp juice drippin up off my striiide |
| Big swanges and vogues on my riiide |
| And a college education on my smiiile |
| There ain’t nothin new under the sun |
| Im getting my paper, this ain’t just for fun |
| I been on the grind since I was one |
| I was in day care, hustlin gum |
| So, I’m splurgin half my leisure |
| I got mo' ice than yo grocers freezer |
| And the rims keep getting steeper |
| Till' I’m old geezer, dodging the grim reaper |