No playa boi can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of

Them boys always acting so mean
Hands down in the dirt, don’t come clean
Like a whole and a three letter donkey
(Donkey)

Ring the bell, let me teach you something
'Cause your momma never taught you nothing
Call Pharell, 'cause you keep on “Fronting”
(Fronting)

Listen up, turn it up
Listen up, turn it up

No playa boi can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love, not a bad romance
I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance
So, don’t you mess with me

Can’t touch me, liar, I’m fire
You and all your tricks expired
Your ride really needs new tires
(Vruuuum, tires)

You like my kicks? Let me kick ya
Like a “Twilight” fan, Imma bite ya
Turn around, let me Cee-Lo “Forget Ya”
(Forget ya)

Listen up, turn it up
Listen up, turn it up

No playa boi can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love, not a bad romance
I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance
So, don’t you mess with me

If you want me looking your way
Baby, gotta get real
If you want me ready to play
Imma have to feel
If you want me looking your way
Baby, gotta get real
Yeah, go and get real

No playa boi can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love, not a bad romance
I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance

No playa boi can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
He gotta to lean with a gangsta stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love, not a bad romance
I’ll make a move, nothing left to chance
So, don’t you mess with me