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