I love these baddies, they love me more though

Fighting over who gon' be my main ho

Bad bitches in my phone doing backflips for attention

Mention that I'm lonely, now it's ten of them I'm benchin'

Wrenching hearts apart but they still thank me for it

Floor it to my crib, racing who gon' be my favorite

Blatant with my player shit, I told her bring a friend

Then her friend brought a friend, now it's five of them I'm in

Sin City in my bedroom, taking turns to please me

Easy like Sunday morning, got 'em working Monday evening

Tuesday got a teacher begging me to grade her papers

Wednesday got a nurse saying I'm her favorite patient

Patient with these bitches 'cause they all serve a purpose

Circus in my DMs, every baddie want the first hit

Worship how I walk, talk, breathe, and exist

Insist on buying me shit, fighting to be on my list

Pissed off baddie still come back with her sister

Mister steal your bitch then make her thank me on Twitter

I love these baddies

They do anything to have me

Cook, clean, fuck, fight for my attention

Player's convention

In my mansion

Doctor, lawyer, stripper, all in my rotation

Waiting in line like my dick giving out vaccinations

Fascination with my toxic ways, they can't resist

List of baddies longer than my criminal record, shit

Fit bitches doing squats just to keep my attention

Pension plan for pussy, got 'em all in suspension

Tension in the air when two baddies meet each other

Mother and her daughter arguing who love me better

Never saved a ho but got 'em saving up to see me

Freaky foreign bitches flying in from Fiji

Easy to replace, I got options like a menu

Venue full of baddies, told 'em form a line to venue

Continue with my player ways, never been a sucker

Motherfucker, I got bitches fighting to be baby mother

Other niggas mad 'cause their girl in my DMs

PMs, AMs, all day she be trying

They washing my drawers with love

Ironing my money because

They addicted to this player lifestyle

Meanwhile, I'm counting my pile

Bad bitch brought groceries and cooked a five-course meal

Real shit, then her friend came and did my laundry, real

Heal my wounds from other bitches scratching for position

Mission impossible but still they're wishing

Fishing for commitment but I'm throwing them back

Stack of applications from new baddies, that's facts

Tax return came in, spent it all on me

Free pussy, free food, living life so carefree

Group chat full of baddies planning my birthday party

Hardly even speak, they just happy that I'm present

Pleasant how they treat me like I'm God's gift to women

Swimming in the pussy while they're swimming for attention

Retention rate is low but recruitment rate is high

Sky's the limit when you're fly and every baddie wants to try

To be the one to change me, make me settle down

Crown myself the king of making baddies look like clowns

Wake up to a baddie making breakfast, eggs and bacon

Shaking 'cause another baddie's at the door waiting

Playing rock, paper, scissors who gon' suck it first

Burst out laughing, this shit so ridiculous it hurts

Church girls sinning for me, married women risking

Listening to them argue who love me more, it's sickening

But I love it, player DNA in my genetics

Pathetic how they fighting but I find it so poetic

I love these baddies, they love me times ten

Times ten, times ten

Tomorrow they'll be fighting to come back again

Back again

Player till I die, no apologies

These baddies

They're my lottery