[P. Diddy]
  Shit nigga.. A ho is a ho
  A ho a-, shit, heheh
  I'm strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me?
  I go by the name of that boy Diddy
  This is my man Fatboy, you know
  Eightball niggaz, that's right, heh
  
  [Eightball]
  Yea, I pull up with my niggaz, you know it's on and poppin
  I'm the fattest mack, so everybody watchin
  My Timbo's ain't scuffed, I go "I got enough"
  That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff
  Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it
  You could smell it on my clothes so it ain't no secret
  Rag on my head, braids to the back
  Gimme that Grey Goose, and put that 'gnac back
  I'm on another level, bitches I got several
  Don't try to rob me, I got that heavy metal
  You in the dirt now, you underground now
  Can't make a sound now, you wanna clown now?
  
  [Hook: 2x]
  Stop playin games ho
  It's about that money you makin
  You playin games ho
  Ain't 'bout no talkin or fakin
  Stop playin games ho
  It's about the life you livin
  You playin games ho
  Look at all this money you missin
  
  [Eightball]
  Yo what's the deal pimpin, I'm so for real pimpin
  I get my Cinderella with unbroken seals pimpin
  I flip a big truck (big truck) with some big rims (big rims)
  I get my dick sucked (dick sucked)
  When I pull out the Benz (pull out the Benz)
  Switchin CD's (CD's) watchin DVD's (DVD's)
  Now MLK (MLK) in my SUV (SUV)
  Pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me
  You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brownin wit me
  I'm not gorilla pimpin, but I keep them killas wit me
  Yo you for real nigga, think you can deal wit me?
  You got a couple of guns, you know a couple of dudes
  You need to shut your mouth, this what you need to do
  
  [Hook: 2x]
  
  [Eightball]
  Listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin
  This song is dedicated, to niggaz out there bumpin
  Talkin too much, fakin, shakin, frontin
  You got a lot to say and didn't nobody ask you nothin
  Might get yo' jaw broke, might get yo' wig split
  Might get yo' car shot up, might get yo' dough kicked
  Might get you kidnapped, might get yo' neck snapped
  Don't get your feelings hurt thinkin this is just a rap
  To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number
  After the show is over, you wanna come on over
  You wanna sip Mo', you wanna smoke 'dro
  Ask me twenty questions, this ain't no talk show
  I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband
  I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend
  Don't need no best man, don't need no wedding band
  Close ya mouth, and listen close to what I'm sayin
  
  [Hook: 2x]
  
  Stop playin games ho
  You playin games ho [Repeat 8x]
  
  Stop playing games ho..
  Now stop playin (I ain't playin wit y'all!)