Playa Status Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 7 - Chamillionaire

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] 

You know what it is 

No way, no way, aye 

Chamillitary mayne 

Yeah, hold up 

No way, no way, aye 

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] 

Hey, everytime I poke her, it's just like we playin poker (woo!) 

Lipstick smeared and I got her smilin harder than The Joker (yeah) 

Ever get caught with a chick with a chick who like "it's over" (what?) 

And get the worst excuse to work like "I don't even know her" 

Tell me where your mattress at 'cause I'm about to flip that like Mattress Mack 

I'm gon' light that mattress up then I make you pay me back for that 

Pockets like a Cabbage Patch, she ready to vegetate 

She chasin LeBron and Wade, so her status can elevate 

I never would hesitate, if that heffa had better brakes 

Be ready to tell a date that her cycle was hella late 

Get left 'cause you're never straight, forever, forever fake 

Click over, put her on hold forever and let her wait 

I'm never for any games, not ownin a Xbox 

I let her get out the ride and watch her and my ex box 

Next stop, next block, her house like a rest stop 

She work me, I'm like a trucker in need of some rest, stop, chill out 

[Chorus - Chamillionaire] 

No way, no way, no waaayyy 

No way, no way, I don't think that you the baddest no mo', no mo', no moooo', umm 

So stop beggin and don't blow up my phone, my phone, my phooonnne 

My phone, my phone, it's too late, your playa status is gone, is gone, so gooonnne 

Umm and you know I'm a keep it playa fo' sho' 

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] 

Yeah, uh, guess that I'm gifted, sex is terrific 

I pull it out, you can bet she gon' kiss it 

Gettin explicit, animalistic 

Bet that your chick will become a statistic 

Number's unlisted, fresher than this kid 

Don't know who 'cause it's sure not you (who?) 

Call when she miss it, she wanna get this, sometimes fast but it's mostly screw (screw) 

No need to have any trees, slang D and she'll be OD'd 

Hope she ain't got to go to work 'cause this week she gon' be on leave 

I'll let you relieve your sleeve, your chick is like COD 

Usually I go check my list and then 'X' 'em like Leo G 

I don't know no Robin Givens, plus we can't get that involved 

It ain't trickin if you got it (what?) but you won't get that at all 

That's a "nah", had a broad, said she never had her prom 

Disco/dis go in her upper lip, so she can say she had a ball 

I'm pullin out the driveway, had to take off my shades, so my eyes can dilate 

She told me that if I'm late, that she gonna kill me, I guess that I'm a die late 

I show up when I wanna, gonna get in that tummy like I was a organ donor 

Now later is gonna be Sooner like I was from Oklahoma 

Never been a Simpson/simp son, so she can't play me like a Homer 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] 

First she actin hard to get, once she get got, she too attached 

I snatched the receipt from underneath her seat and take her back 

Know that I don't play it, so save it, like a kept coupon 

While I hop back on the 24 inches my Coupe on 

What the heck is you on? Live and "In Living Color" 

Add another, man I'm gutter, want a problem? I could have one for ya 

Bad to the mother, pass me the rubber, then your lover actin bad under covers 

In HD, yeah the camera will dub her, rollin around 'til the camera gets smothered 

Catch me terrorizin any club tonight that's not closed 

(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm who created the motto (woo) 

Me throwin my money in the chicks' hands that are not closed 

Like goin to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles to get nachos 

You better go get some cheese from somebody that even care 

You better salute at ease when you know that you see a playa 

Like a spatula, when I'm in back of her 

I flip that, tap, tap, she say "that's enough" 

Like a magnet for chicks, I don't have to cuff 

And when I'm done if she ever, ever ask for bucks 

No way, no way, no waaayyy