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[Letra de "PLAYIN"]

[Intro: Kidd Keo]
(Look, look, look, look, look, look)
Look (Look, look, look)
(Wack, wack, wack, wack, wack)
Keo (Keo, Keo, Keo)
(Keo, Keo, Keo)
(It's 2FVDED on the drop, drop)

[Estribillo: Kidd Keo]
FaceTime, for y'all the bill
FaceTime, move a lil' bit
Cheeks clap 'til the wall make her shake this
There's a body in my halls, who you clap with?
Yeah, I swear, mama I'ma make you rich
'Toy haciendo plata y es to' pa' ti
Puta' con Ferrari
Cena, playa, mami, traje Armani

[Verso 1: Kidd Keo]
I don't wanna promise, I just wanna party (Ah)
I make money, all I want is money (Prr)
Pull up, titties out, baby, make it funny (Ah, ah, ah)
I'ma throw it up, you gotta twerk it for the daddy (Babe)
Ahora tengo plata, mami, no hay problema (No)
Diamante' en mi reloj, diamante' en tu cadena (Twerk)
'Toy bien en la calle, controla'o mi nigga (Gang)
Tenemo' dinero' y arma' por si hay dilema' (Prr)
Gang-Gang, all around, how this shit's supposed to be (Look)
Shooters and the scammers they ain't wanna be (No)
Pull up in a four-door, got the keys (Skrrt)
Server gotta, gotta, gotta drop the heat
Ando siempre loco, y es que pega con mi flow (Wow)
Ella se pone coqueta para venir a mi show (Yah)
Ella estaba protegá' por dinero selling dope
Y ahora tengo un par de casa que está full 'e hoes

[Estribillo: Kidd Keo]
FaceTime, for y'all the bill
FaceTime, move a lil' bit
Cheeks clap 'til the wall make her shake this
There's a body in my halls, who you clap with?
Yeah, I swear, mama I'ma make you rich
'Toy haciendo plata y es to' pa' ti
Puta' con Ferrari
Ferra, playa, mami, traje Armani

[Verso 2: Blade Brown]
My little G's get money, kinda important too
But you already know who you talkin' to
I talk about rollies 'cause I bought a few
Got the gyal goin' crazy off the 42 (Ha, ha)
That's a Don Julio
I wish somebody's worth in the studio
But that's the way it goes
Man, she sees the way we glow
And we come through lookin' like a jewelry shop
VSB boss up, new Jack Carter
It's the trap heart, now I got a trap smarter
Sport mode, make me go faster
Get a wild ride then I take her home after
Si tienes dinero
No vendo poquitos, vendo entero
I remember when I used to have zero
Now a nigga ball like Agüero (Okay)

[Estribillo]
FaceTime, for y'all the bill
FaceTime, move a lil' bit
Cheeks clap 'til the wall make her shake this
There's a body in my halls, who you clap with?
Yeah, I swear, mama I'ma make you rich
'Toy haciendo plata y es to' pa' ti
Puta' con Ferrari
Ferra, playa, mami, traje Armani