Playa Wynne

[Intro]
Bada-dada, ooh
I'm a playa, playa, playa, yeah
I'm a playa, playa

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling myself, want her feeling me later
Grabbin' drinks from the tray as I'm passing by the waiter
I'm so Tom Cruise, I'm so DiCaprio
My fashion's gon' get that reaction I've been asking for
Passing hoes I smashed and bought their dinner with my rent
Reaching out to kiss her cheek like, "Baby, have we met?"
I know what she likes, I know what she needs to hear
I know that she might let me hit it if I whisper in her ear
Little bittersweet nothings, like how I ball
Playing for the Clippers, she won't know it if it's wrong
But she wants to— (Uh), a Clipper so tonight, I ball
She don't even know the difference 'cause she just a blonde, blonde

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, rub ya thighs for ya, slide in ya, I been eyeing ya
But I tell her I'ma ride for her, please
Baby, rub ya thighs for ya, slide in ya, I been eyeing ya
But I tell her I'ma ride for her, please

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a playa, playa, playa, yeah
I'm a playa, playa, yeah, yeah
I'm a playa, playa, playa, yeah
So back it up, back it up for a playa
Playa, playa, playa, yeah
I'm a playa, playa, yeah, yeah
I'm a playa, playa, playa, yeah
So back it up, back it up for a playa (Back it up for me)