Playa (hater), turn your head 'round (turn your head 'round)
Lay on the ground, you've been robbed

See everybody ain't balling
Most is falling
Even more is crawling
When they look up, all they see is the position that you all in
So don't be so up that it blind you
Or so far ahead you don't see people are behind you, playa

Playa, playa, playa, playa
Playa, playa, playa, playa

Uhh, playa, playa
First you tell the jeweler to Audemar Piguet ya
Then you tellin' waitresses to Rose her
Bumping VIP and you meet your first Draya
In the strip club, ones in the air-ya
Nothin' but attention that they wanna pay ya
Dancers tryna welcome to LA ya
Shake it like a Polaroid picture, Hey Ya
Let 'em know you balling, you that nigga playa
And you run the city you the new mayor
Tonight is full of hoes and the flyest playas
Can't forget the jackers and the playa haters
And shady hoes can't wait to be-tray ya
It's hard to tell which one is here to slay ya
It could be that pretty redbone Laiya
Texting to them niggas that are tryna lay her
The lights is coming on and you drunk as sailor
Shawty like where the after-party playa?
You grab her by the hand and tell her I'ma take ya
Shawty rolling with it, she is not a faker
Now you with your wheel like a roller skater
Pulling out the lot, you tell your homies Later
Stopping at the light corner of La Brea
Niggas ride up on ya like a escalator
Wearing all-blac,k Oakland Raider
Screaming run your shit 'fore they AK ya
Begging for your life, hoping they don't spray ya
Shoulda left that balla shit for the Lakers

Yeah

Playa (playa)
It's a new day (it's a new day)
No time to play, you've been robbed