[Chorus]
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
I'ma let you smell the weed
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[Verse 1: Johnny Juliano]
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
Every time I rap
They like cool with yall
Yall be so grown
Yall be so clean
Piff by the pound
Know (nah) what I (wah) mean?
City on lock
My jacket's on scheme
Made it from the bottom
Everybody know me
Zooty young Fat Boi Fresh on the jeans
Kiss so smooth, dress so mean
Do it for the slum
Loses thoughts in place
Motherfucker step
Yeah tell him to his face
Gotta be star
Look where I'm on
Rеp where you from
Ain't too far
PGH Pistolvania bang it from afar
Boy won't play with the gaugе in the song
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
Made it outta nothin' so we gotta be a star
[Chorus]
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
I'ma let you smell the weed
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[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I gotta stay high so I keep a dutchie rolled up
Plus I keep it pimpin see me grippin all this dough up
When I ride by trunk beatin, sittin comfortably
Yeah I'm so fly you got no choice but to look up to me
Music like crack so I move it like weight
Money on my mind, grind 25/8
A long white tee, academics on my jeans
My fitted got a lean, that's how I get it, 'ya 'mean?
I gotta be a player, I gotta be a star
I'm dodgin all these haters plottin on my downfall
I couldn't understand what all this sittin round's for
So I got my paper up and stayed the fuck from round ya'll
So if you hustle hard keep a couple grands on
Big knots with the rubber bands on
All the shorties wanna put they hands on
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star

[Chorus]
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
I'ma let you smell the weed
[?]
[Verse 3: S. Money]
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star
Gotta be a soldier, gotta-gotta stand tall
Gotta get money, gotta ball till I fall (uh)
Gotta cop cars, splurge at the mall (uh)
Get my shine on, rock jewerly and all (cling!)
Streets ain't safe so I gotta play it raw
This is motivation haters, get on ya job
22 inch chrome on my Cadillac dawg
Since I was 16 I was stacking money rolls (yup)
Gotta lotta paper, ch'yeah I got a lotta hoes (ch'yeah)
I spit for the ghetto chefs cookin on the stove
And them D boys trappin, movin heavy blow
Spark up the smoke so I can get blow (uh)
Only smoke kush or some goddamn purp
Problems with my team then them gats gon' squirt (brrraat)
32 shots homie, thats gon' hurt

[Chorus]
Gotta be a player
Gotta be a star
I'ma let you smell the weed
[?]