Lyrics:

'Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta a bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil liar on my hands

Hey, shorty, why you ain't tell me you need the soap?
I supply you with sanitizer, you know
I do for you what I do for them girls that be getting
Low low low low, dirty at my show
Still I gotta write them plans, spit fifty grand
You get to know me I can get the liar off your hands
Since I clean you up baby we popping rubber bands
Lil' mama I'm the man, tell me what you're saying

Everybody gets
Gets a fair try
You alright with me
Till you tell a lie
From the top
You seem like a different type of guy
Did your own thing?
I gave it a try

Then you
Told me you were catching feelings
Kind of unusual
Normally you don't
Let no woman
Ever see this side of you
And I'll admit
You had me goin'
Thinking that this was the move
Until I seen that girl all on you
Kissing you

Now your bridge is burned
Uh huh, uh huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh huh, uh huh
It looks like now I gotta a problem

'Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta a bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil liar on my hands

I told my girls I wouldn't trip
I'm gonna stay calm
I'll just wait till later
Then give him a call
Now he's trying to convince me
That I didn't see what I saw
You're on the defense
'Cause you know you just broke the law

Now you're
Tellin me your all about me
And no other girl will do
But boy one thing about me is
I ain't a fool
But I'll admit you had me goin
Thinking that this was the move
Until I seen that girl all on you
Kissing you

Now your bridge is burned
Uh huh, uh huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh huh, uh huh
It looks like now we gotta a problem

'Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta a bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil liar on my hands

Drop it to the floor
Oh you got it right this time, babe
You got a player on your hands
But if its to hot for ya
Then drop it to the floor

Watcha know about
Being up in the club
With a another girl
Gettin caught up
You know ur gonna pay
Ya gotta plead your case
I'm coming your way
What you gonna say

I dont like her, I just show love
I promise Idont drink, I sip a lil bub
I pormise I dont party, I just go to clubs
I promise I'll smoke
That cush roll it up
Liar liar pants on fire
Flo rida in the hot seat
One man choir
I am all about them caz
She told me go rida
Tearing up the bed
But i be a scuba diver

Uh huh, uh huh
I guess I was wrong about him
Uh huh, uh huh
It looks like now we gotta a problem

'Cause I gotta a player on my hands
I gotta a bulljiva on my hands
I gotta faker on my hands
I gotta lil liar on my hands

Watcha know about
Being up in the club
With a another girl
Gettin caught up
You know ur gonna pay
Ya gotta plead your case
I'm coming your way
What you gonna say