Lyrics:

No playa boy can win my love
Its sweetness that Im thinking of

Them boys always acting so mean
Hands down in the dirt, dont come clean
Like a hole and a three letter donkey

Ring the bell, let me teach you something
Cause your mama never taught you nothing
Call Pharrel cause you keep on frontin

Listen up, turn it up
Listen up, turn it up

No playa boy can win my love
Its sweetness that Im thinking of
He gotta lean in a gangster stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love not a bad romance
Ill make a move nothing left to chance
So dont you mess with me

Cant touch me liar
Im fire, you and all your tricks expired
Your ride really needs new tires
Vroom tire!

You like my kicks? Lemme kick ya
Like a Twilight fan, imma bite ya
Turn around, lemme Cee-Lo, forget ya

Listen up, turn it up
Listen up, turn it up

No playa boy can win my love
Its sweetness that Im thinking of
He gotta lean in a gangster stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love not a bad romance
Ill make a move nothing left to chance
So dont you mess with me

(If you want me looking your way)
Baby gotta gets real
(If you want me ready to play)
Imma have to feel
(If you want me looking your way)
Baby gotta gets real
Yeah go and get real

No playa boy can win my love
Its sweetness that Im thinking of

He gotta lean in a gangster stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love not a bad romance
Ill make a move nothing left to chance

No playa boy can win my love
Its sweetness that Im thinking of
He gotta lean in a gangster stance
He need to rock all the sickest brands
And give me love not a bad romance
Ill make a move nothing left to chance
So dont you mess with me