Man, you know the rules of the game
I mean, your bitch just chose me
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangster shit
Yo, nephew I understand you been having problems with these girls
Man, let me break it down for you real quick
Ain't no sense in fighting a woman
You know 'cause a woman can not beat you physically
But they will diabolically destroy you mentally, okay?
And there ain't no sense in even trying to understand a woman
'Cause they don't understand they motherfucking selves
Yeah, OG I must admit I was stressing
But ain't no bitch, and I mean no bitch finna have me on my knees
Begging, "Baby please", you dig?
So here's how I'm a play it unc
I'm a get a bitch 'cause once I get a bitch I got a bitch
And watch me get rich, ya feel me?
It's big Murkemz baby break bread or play dead
And if that hoe ain't selling pussy or head it's code red
I'm a spill that ism and spread wisdom, church!
See your problem is you're still young dumb and full of cum
See a bitch cross me she better fly duck or run
First thing you need to do check that ego of yours
You're outmatched on the track players you're in the hustling wars
You could talk fast flash cash and slam Cadillac doors
But these hoes will triple cross you, player
And leave your fly ass behind bars
Please believe me man
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you OG)
I mean you know how us players do (I know)
Drinking that good gin, Champaign and wine
I love you Murk, I'm just trying to give you
The game you need man to succeed out here, jack
It's a cold world man
The higher you climb up the mountain man the colder it gets (thanks)
But I know you got what it takes to shake these motherfucking fakes, baby
You feel me now, now, now
Check it OG, listen close to the host with the most
I might've forgave a hoe as a pup but play with me now
A bitch finna stuck, stoned and struck
And I ain't talkin' physically unc, I'm a fuck her mind up
Gorilla pimpin' is my repertoire never more
Still a make a bitch hit her knees and pray to God
And she damn sure going to need him if she don't put in my palm
You feel me? It's Filmore Murk and if it ain't about the purse
Stuff that mut in a hearse, but I respect ya words OG, you dig?
I dig Young Murk I used to be just like you
Had a bad little bitch name Suzy Lu
Bitch would never fuck one trick she loved to do two
At a time all the time
Made so much money it's a mothafucking crime
Player, I thought I had that bitch locked
She ran off with some Wall Street motherfucker flipping stocks
I can't front
I was hurt, burnt, tore down and hoe less for months, jack!
All I'm trying to say to you man is this game is rough man
It has its ups and downs man (oh, it's cold, it's cold)
But if you cut for it like you are Murk (and that I am)
It's going to work, you understand what I'm saying?
So play on player (fo' sure)
Keep on drinking that good gin, Champaign, and wine
You know how we players do, you know (I feel you, baby)
Yeah, pimps up (hoes down)
I love you player