Lucky Luciano, Russell Lee, Chamillionaire, Paul Wall - Playas Roll lyrics

Yeaaahohhhh

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
Hit's, 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 thoughtkoopa

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 LA 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