Lil B - Ho Stop Playin lyrics

[Hook:] Ho stop playin' (Yes) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin' (b**h) Ho stop playin' (b**h) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin' (Yes) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin' [Verse 1:] b**h, well you play too much Yeah, I'm the Based God, yeah I bang too much Take you out right fast, so smooth to touch Sometimes I disappear, are you in a rush? Can you picture foriegn whips with you in the front? I'm like a old Porsche, I don't front Meet me in the front in ten minutes I can open up my hand you see nothin' up in it When I close that motherf**er, bet there's money up in it Who the pimp? b**h, I pimp myself Ask what's up, only a n***a with the GTC You can't even, you never seen me Who you wish, who a myth to most people come out Of the lights at night, I be on that 40 L like the dope taste right b**h I'm in the new Maybach, ten suede back Hit you with the cater ace at 'Til cellphones of every motherf**er bills paid Ho ya know that [Hook] (Ooh, does this feel like December 85th) [Verse 2:] b**h b**h you know a b**h that might know a b**h that know a b**h That really knows the b**h that owes the b**h She a nosey b**h that's why I love the b**h Did I mention more money in different spots? I be on the sax fifth and block ain't hot And I be out in Paris while they be out on hop I be hustlin' all day, b**h put down them rocks Ask Kriss Kross, my OG got robbed for his watch And his b**h took that charge (Damn) And she brought them boys pain b**h, open up your eyes and serve a life to the game I don't call her, [?] get money [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah, like I said, uh, this that cla**ic Really this that cla**ic west coast music, you know You can ride to it Like I said, it's ya boy, Lil B Yeah, turn your stereos up If you're playin' this at the party, turn this sh** up If you cruisin in your car Might be chillin' with a fine lady You know, you might just be chillin' by yourself, you know Zonin' out, got a blunt rolled Like I said, this that #1 b**h mixtape You ain't got nothin' to worry about You know, this all gangsta, you know Can't be no fakin' around here, you feel me? Can't be no fakin', no player hatin' [Hook] (Don't this sound like that Troy Aikmen sh** Remember the Cowboys, man n***as used to be out there goin' crazy Uh, like b**h, smack, smack, b**h)