Play Wit Ya lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
I'm croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny (f*ck it)
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
I'm croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)
I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Verse 1]
Indian hair, 40 inches (Long)
Head totoe, it get expensive (Cash)
Cartier lenses for my vision (Barti')
I see you fake n*ggas pretending (Rats)
You burnt, you ran out of minutes (You burnt)
Your ho come 'round and get litty (He lit)
President of the bad b*tches (Cadet)
They salute the kid like lieutenant (Salute)
Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell
Rockin' some sh*t that I can't even spell
Louis my shell, new money trail
My F for Fendi, your F is for fail
Strapped up like soldier, ayy
Pop off your top like Coronas (Pop)
Motor sound like it's a polar
Ice on the choker, my b*tch look older
She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia (Shake it, shake it)
He a dog, alley paws (Beat him)
I ain't fightin' at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Takin' sh*t)
f*ck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
sh*t on you like a star (Ugh)
We the youngest involved (Young)
That small voice need a haul, eh
[Chorus]
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny (f*ck it)
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)
I did not come to play with you

[Verse 2]
Can't wait for a minute, impatient
Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching (Ugh)
Vacation, I'm living, got so many Benjamins
They think I'm gettin' it printed (I ain't)
I came with them racks, you dig? (What's up?)
This OG, you smoking on mid (Lil' kid)
Still livin' in your mama crib
You can't even come for the kids
Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month (Yeah)
I'm in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend a light 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies (Chirp, chirp)
Bought out Diamond District
I'm up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy
Speakin' all facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to jugg it off accents (Runnin')
Now, I'm back fully, relax (Ugh)
I'm eatin' spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that sport back to back (Sktrt)
High as hell, lookin' like cataracts (I'm high)
I'm in the club throwin' that kind of racks (Racks)
[Chorus]
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny (f*ck it)
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don't give no f*ck off the Henny (f*ck it)
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)
Pop little b*tch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can't get my number (No)
I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)
I did not come to play with you (Nah)

[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)
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