Eightball – Quit Playin Games Hoe lyrics

I pull up with my niggers
you know what song we poppin
I'm the fatest mack
so everybody watchin
I tumble west clubs
So you aint got enough
The kind that make you choke
everytime you take a puff'
The real players cheatin'
notin' but ballas keepin
You can smell it on my clothes
so it aint no secret
Rag on my head
braids to the back
Gimme that grey goose
and put that yak back
I'm on another level
bitches i got several
dont try to rob me
i got that heavy metal
you in the dirt now
you on the ground now
cant make a sound now
you wanna clown now

*chorus*
stop playin games ho
its about that money you makin
you playin games ho
aint bout no talkin no fakin
stop playing games ho
its about that life you livin
you playin games ho
look at all this money you missin

so whats the deal pimpin
im so for real pimpin
i get my cinderella
im broke and still pimpin
i flip the big truck
with some big rims
i get my dick sucked
when i pull out the benz
witching cds
watching dvds
down ?
in my suvs
???
they wanna ride with me
you gotta be down ho
like bobby brown and whitney