A$AP Rocky – PLAYA Lyrics

PLAYA

A$AP Rocky

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"PLAYA." - A$AP Rocky

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:57 pm

Album: Don't Be Dumb

Track No: 06

Pimpin', don't turn back and on some love shit
Pimpin', don't turn back and on some love shit
Player, yeah, yeah, yeah, player
Player, yeah, yeah, yeah
Player, player
Player, yeah, yeah, yeah
Player, player
Player, yeah, yeah (Player, player)
Show 'em how to ball, show 'em how to play (Player, player)
I'ma shoot my shot, hit 'em with the J, uh (Player, player)
Cross, cross, cross, cross, **** in the way (Player, player, player, player)
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, I go harder in the paint (Player, player)
Brand-new day, brand-new game
Brand-new Mercedes, red, blue, gray
Mm, mm, mm, it's a motherfuckin' shame
**** talkin' out they face until I blow inside they motherfuckin' face
Lil' bro, put that ho number in your notes, don't make it hot
If she curvy, just like Steph Curry, gotta take your shot
This player shit don't stop, pimpin' dead, ain't no wifin' thots
Gator Croc, vintage silk Versace shirts, feel like Pac
Keep it brief, ****, no receipts, don't text, **** (Pimpin', don't turn back and on some love shit)
Don't be mad if she's pillow talkin' with the next ****
Though she bad, she just got a Birkin from that next **** (Pimpin', don't turn back and on some love shit)
Light the gas, find a bitch to smash, she'll be vexed, ****
Try not to stare
Whenever them diamonds be goin', the lights be turnin' off (Try not to stare)
Whenever I'm goin' out, **** look like he showin' off (Try not to stare)
I do not show the boat, this for the older folk, I don't even know you, bro (Try not to stare)
If you been runnin' up, you can get shots from each and every one of us (Player, player)
Show 'em how to ball, show 'em how to play (Player, player)
I'ma shoot my shot, hit 'em with the J, uh (Player, player)
Cross, cross, cross, cross, **** in the way (Player, player, player, player)
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, I go harder in the paint (Player, player)
Takin' care of your kids, boy, that's player shit
One bitch, boy, that's player shit
No baby mama drama, no new friends, boy, that's player shit
Don't switch, boy, that's hater shit
You snitch, boy, that's lame as shit
Forever talkin' shit on someone else relationship
Scale of one to nine, shawty, she a dime
I don't mean no harm, I just wanna inquire
She stay on my line, I stay on her mind
Them boys must be blind if they can't tell you mine, shawty, yeah
'Cause you mine, shawty (You mine)
'Cause you mine, shawty (You mine, shawty)
Is you mine, shawty? (Is you mine?)
'Cause you fine ('Cause you fine, shawty)
'Cause you mine, shawty ('Cause you mine, shawty)
Is you mine, shawty? (Is you mine?)
Is you mine, shawty? (Is you mine?)
'Cause you fine, shawty, uh, yeah
Try not to stare
Whenever them diamonds be goin', the lights be turnin' off (Try not to stare)
Whenever I'm goin' out, **** look like he showin' off (Try not to stare)
I do not show the boat, this for the older folk, I don't even know you, bro (Try not to stare)
If you been runnin' up, you can get shots from each and every one of us (Player, player)
Show 'em how to ball, show 'em how to play (Player, player)
I'ma shoot my shot, hit 'em with the J, uh (Player, player)
Cross, cross, cross, cross, **** in the way (Player, player, player, player)
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em, I go harder in the paint (Player, player)
Yeah, is you mines? (Is you mines?)
Is you mine, shawty? (Come kiss me)
Yeah, shawty my shawty (My shawty)
Come kiss me
I don't pay no mind, I don't pay no mind (Come kiss me)
I don't mean no harm, I just wanna inquire
Is you mine, shawty? (Is you mine, shawty?)
Is you mine, shawty? (Come kiss me)
Is you mine, shawty, mine?
Is you mine?
'Cause you fine (Come kiss me)
You fine, shawty, mine, shawty ('Cause you mine, shawty)
Is you mine, shawty, mine? (Come kiss me)
Is you mine, shawty? (Don't have to pay for my atten—)
'Cause you fine, shawty, fine
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Come kiss me
Don't have to pay for my atten—

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Jordan Patrick, Ronald LaTour, Stephen Bruner, Luke Fenton, Troy Taylor, Edrick Miles, Tony E. Scales & Tremaine Aldon Neverson.

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