Artist: D.A. Wallach, Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Wale Album: Maybach Music - Self Made Vol. 1 Song: Play Your Part Typed by: Cedmaster3K {Maybach Music} [Chorus: Chester French] You think you're using me, like this game's new to me But you ain't confusing me, you just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees But that ain't stopping me and I ain't stopping you See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part Just your part, just your part We'll be cool as long as you just play your part [Rick Ross] I'm inclined with women who come on they time She came over and she came a few times From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin Game over: had her shopping in Milan 20 racks really thats sneaker money Triple white Ferrari yeah thats the Easter bunny At the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me I let her decorate the real estate And I let her spend half the ticket, give or take A couple dollars Harry Winston stone collars Canary yellow everything, plane chartered I spolied her maybe cause I adored her More than fly girl, a flying saucer My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice [Chorus] [Wale] I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal She said she love me but what I'm feeling is minuscule I understand that Prada lives in her inner sole So the devil that drove in her got in control Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up Though my paper way thicker than model make up But y'all wait up my mind racing my toe slippin A lot of women is real, some bitches Robin Given I never give ‘em no liquid no pot to piss in I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent I'm pitchin bitches thats dreamin' thinking I'm trickin' chicken I'm simply fUckin' with bitches that know they whole position Thats real nigga shit, real nigga life I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss I'm tryna follow money, they tryna fall in love Wale [Chorus] [Meek Mill] Yo, I say, how can they compare to you, everything material Trickin' shit for kids and you know I dont need no cereal You know I was ridin' and you switched up a gear or two So all that other shit you on dead -- burial Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honeymooning you Lobster over salmon, I ain't never try to tuna you But now I'm just assuming you living off of hearsay Treble like the radio cause everything was air play 1st class Hermes, Panamera, purp pass Greed written on her face when I bought her first bag And I ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up She call me daddy like a nigga puff Just play your role and you can live it up [Chorus] {Maybach Music}