Ken Car$on - ​​playing for keeps* lyrics

[Intro: Ken Car$on] (Nah, he ain't-he's not even Teen X) (fu*k him) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Loesoe goin' crazy) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse] What you saying to me? What you saying to me? Say that's your hoe, but she laying with me I got a big draco, and it's laying with me You can't come get your hoe, 'cause I'm playing for keeps Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playing for keeps Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, we playing for keeps Uh, uh, uh, look at my fit, yeah, this is ALYX Uh, uh, uh, Matthew Will, uh, Givenchy on me Yeah, I got Givenchy on me Uh, I got Givenchy on me Uh, I fu*k on that hoe, then I leave Then go get some racks, got 'em filling a fee You scroll on Instagram, I'm all on your feed Want a featurе, it's gon' cost a fee These ni**as know I'm who they wanna bе You can be anything, but you can't be me Hell nah, you can't be me Hell nah, you can't see me I'm invisible just like John Cena I was just performing in arenas I was just performing in your city [?] but ain't pull up If you pull up, I'm wasting your gut up My young ni**as, they spraying like paint X-Man off X, X-Man off drank I get high before I go to the bank Pull out a hundred, pull out my drac' Pull up on your b*tch, she smiling all day I'm off these drugs, I feel like [?] I'm too turned up, I don't give no fu*ks I spent them racks, on him and her I put them racks on the opps and I take my b*tch shopping They see my swag, and they tryna copy I got that bag, like Illuminati Forgiato, Forgiato, she ride me Forgiato, Forgiato, I'm slidin' We in the Rolls Royce, b*tch, why is you crying? Talkin' bout I'm cheating on you I ain't spend them racks on them I spent them racks on you Them b*tches can't compare They don't compare to you I walk in and they stare If a ni**a try me, I'm making the news Walk in with my fye, walk in with my jewels Try me, you gon' die, can't go out no fool That's why, I stay clutching on my tool That's why I stay fu*king on your boo 'Cause she know you lame, and she know I'm cool And she love my aesthetic, she love how I move If you got it then bet it, what you wanna do? I just went to the bank, and took out a hundred I ain't got all this money for nothing I'ma take that b*tch, I'ma give her a lil' sum b*tch, I been rich, I never been a bum Ain't really gotta spend my money on nun' Walk in that b*tch, get that sh*t for free She let me fu*k, yeah, for free Look at my wrist, it's so icy Look at my neck, tennis chain, me Saw my house and my car, now she believe in me Yeah, that's why that b*tch on her knees Yeah, nah, she not praying to me She su*ky, su*ky, yeah She wanna fu*k me, yeah She gon' put it up on me Everywhere we go [?]