Playa Jay Tee N2Deep

[Intro: Jay Tee | Mac Dre]
*phone rings*
What's up?
*Hello, this is an AT&T operator with a collect call. Caller, may I have your name please*
Mac Dre
Hell yeah. What's up, Dre?
Ah man, I can't call it, mayne. Just tryna maintain that player composure, mayne. What's really goin' on?
Ah man, we just kickin' it, you know, doublin' down on these deuce-deuces, gettin' tore up, tryna put out some more hits
Ayy, you got some player shit?
Hell yeah
Man, spit that shit, dude, let me hear some shit
Got it, check this out

[Verse 1: Jay Tee]
Straight out the motherfuckin' holding tank
The young playa Jay Tee is now foldin' bank
I got dank, but yo, I ain't firin' it up
'Causе they comin' through to' and they buyin' it up
I'm gettin' rich, got mе a bitch and a few hoes
Every time I step on the stage I'm sportin' new clothes
I try to stay fresh
But if a ho wanna hump, that's when I jump in my flesh
I dick her on down
Give her 93 minutes of beat 'cause that's how I pound
They thought I feel great
And I'll be home in a week, and man, I know they can't wait
'Cause every time I strike back
I get some new cot 'cause it's like that
Jay to the Tee
In my '65 old school is where you'll probably see me
I be ridin' low
But with Playa Jay Tee on the plates, everybody know
So I say "What's up?" and feed 'em some game
'Cause man, that's why they came