Player of the Year

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: ATM] Look up in the sky its a bird its a plane Staying hella high super man upon lames I'mma trend setter, You a trend sweater Dont do what I do, Make your own shit better Nigga this higher living, Twisting somthing expensive Gatorade bars got the game feeling replenished You would think I was derwin davis, the way I give her the game A nigga macking like tasha last name Hella wannabe pacs, they really just lil zane Swap-a-rama shopping niggas with fake good wood chains Double d breasted, silicon chested,dime shot gun sucking dick thats head resting Too many investments to ever go broke again Went from pan to stock handling up in year Held an award show amongst all of my peers And atm was named Playa of the year [Hook] Yea yea yea.. Playa of the year Hands in the air for playa of the year Yea yea yea playa of the year Glasses in the air year for the playa of the year Yea yea playa of the year lets make a toast for playa Yea yea playa of the year... roll a doobie up .. for playa of the year [Verse 2: ATM] A couple zeros still my nigga thats af taxes Me bowing to you? nigga thats ass backwards My earnhart bars got me head of any competitor Stacking my bread im lego and kennex in ya Lincoln logging hogging the money up like a treasurer Blah blah blah etc etc Yeaaa I hear you talking but I ain't much paid attention to ya Im that nigga, just thought that I should mention it to ya Talk to the hands my ears dont understand Unless its bout money bitches weed or dividends My four best friends in this game of politicians You buying books im getting booked and making yo tuition Spitting vital information like lori beth denburg We dont smoke trees my nigga we smoke timber Mile high club.... fool you not a member.. Lyrical individual spitting shit you can remember [Hook] [Verse 3: ATM] Of course a nigga gone off a plane filled with dro The good reefer that im cheifing keep my eyes kinda low Got money but I want mo',getting pilsbury dough Keep a couple o's like the song to the tom joyner morning show Whoa! im too hot for yall Like michael jackson sporting vans im 2 off the wall Different color leaves my weed game like fall You steady thinking small im thinking the bigger picture You steady stealing my shit im feeling like lil richard Little elvis ass nigga,jealous ass nigga Mad cause im hot dog, ole relish ass nigga But you kinda entertaining, old cedric ass nigga You fucking king of comedy. What I think of you honestly? Your trash, hot ass, and thats just me showing Modesty Smoking stevie wonder see nobody when im high Superstitious Doobielicious puffing ribbons in the sky