Artist: C-bo
Album: Final Chapter
Song: Player to player
Typed by: Salazar_spencer@Hotmail.com

Chorus 4x
Playa to playa
I got to make money in this game

Verse 1
[C-Bo]
Tommy Hilfiger Karl Kani
Is what you see me in
Boss baller in the sky
Bo loc should not lie
Rag top 500
Slanging things like bean pies
Reason I ball
To make my scrilla multiply
Multi million dollar cliques
That’s what I run with
My kept them off the hook at the club
In the land cruiser lexus
I’m down with uzi’s and techs
Plus m* loot than elliot ness
Kingpin of the west
With m* bitches than co techs
They call be big scrilla
S c 400 willa
Went from shot calling
Back to boss balling
Top notch bitches plus condos
Ohh shit
From Sac to vellijo
Oaktown to the ritz
Ain’t that a bitch
You hate me
Cuz your bitch is game tight
Paying me
Plus love to fuck on her cop night
I’m a playa
Not a hata
This is from me to your bitch
Patna
Playa to playa

Chorus
Playa to playa
I got to make money in this game

Verse 2

I’m trying to roll like mobil r a
Through a thick ass swaray
Then everybody parlay
Custom bentlys made my way
These niggas wanna blast me
Cuz I’m classy
With a bad one
Riding fast one with a phat gun
And I’ll blast one
I’m egged to this shit
I might get begged in this shit
With shit braid pers
I’m bound to get rich more to get
Turn it over
Real quick
Riding with that two cake money
While these niggas acting funny
I’m trying to get money in this shit
While you poodles running your mouth
I’m waiting on the bo loc to face
To come from down south
Playa to playa
You know how this game goes
Pimpies smoking up your clemie
Fully hoes
They heed to this shit
And hold on to your hat
From the land of the devils
Fast cars blunts and crack
Open up your eyes
Boy you best believe
Show us your ass breath
I can make your ass beed

Chorus
Playa to playa
I got to make money in this game
Playa to playa
I got to make money in this game

Verse 3

I’ve been through cold wars
Man this shit is demanding
Lonely on the block
My pistol still standing
How can I live
And be the only one to breathe
These niggas best believe
That I be the one that was concieved
My real g’z
Still posting
Playa to playa
I got to live my life right
Can’t go out trite
Pistol holding niggas controlling
Pockets on swollen
How you gone do that shit nigga alibab c-bo and still rolling

Verse 4
[C-bo]
I’ve been a playa since birth
I hopped a benz on the turf
House on the hilla
Half mill
That don’t even work
Know to pimped harder than horse son
Treat bitches like one
What you did I had done
Southside sacramento is where I’m from
Fool you know me
It’s C-bo from the Gbc
Rolex down
Fully loaded tech down
In a s.c. 400
Ride with nothing but hundreds
And they hated
Mad cuz I made it
You is a hater in the game fool it’s playa to playa

Chorus