text: Verse 1
  Twelve in the morning, feeling just right
  Top down, headed where the functions popping tonight
  Sipping Patron with a little bit of lime
  Pre-fade buzz right, because the bartender know’s what I like
  Pull up to the party in a brand new Maserati, they treat me like John Gotti because they recognize
  Women, I keep them feening because they see me in their dreams, So by the time Im leaving they be screaming let me ride
  They tell me, Im so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters
  When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, dont trip never that wont pay her
  Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention
  So when it comes to these fes , I keep it Bill Bellamy
  Watch me, Ill show you how to be a player
  Chorus
  I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock 
  I can show you..
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Ooooh, Playa!
  Verse 2
  After the club, hit the after party, after the party hit the hotel lobby and
  After the Trone then we probably dip, Because after the original, its probably this
  Rolling in my super-car, feeling like a superstar, because I got a super-broad next to me
  I’m everywhere they’re looking, they smell it, I keep that kush in the air from LA to Brooklyn, no sticks, no seeds
  They tell me, Im so off the richter, I tell them to handcuff their sisters
  When we get off of them drinks, we’re synchronizing like jinx, dont trip never that wont pay her
  Much more hot than all competition, show stopper, they pay me attention
  So when it comes to these fes , I keep it Bill Bellamy
  Watch me, I’ll show you how to be a player
  Chorus
  I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock 
  I can show you..
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Ooooh, Playa!
  Verse 3
  Pull up to the front and, then all of a sudden
  Hit that button, microwave oven
  Shawty and her cousin, started bum-rushing
  Theyre all up on my rocks like Charles S. Dutton
  They say I can get it, I say that Im with it
  Got to make them feel it, until they need cigarettes
  I wonder can they take this, damn I hate a fake chick
  Slap to the face, whats that? Rick James, bitch!
  Watch how I move, Swag got her juiced
  Passed polygraph, ass is the truth
  She starts to pop, I start to jock
  Then shorty stopped, and made it drop
  I picked it up, put it in the truck
  Headed for the smush, shawty knows whats up
  Im not you, I never pay her
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Chorus
  I let my tape rock, till my tape popped, smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock 
  I can show you..
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Watch how I move, Wa-Watch how I move
  Watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player
  Ooooh, Playa!