Lyrics:

This goes out goes out to all the hoes, macs pimps and players in the building tonight
Welcome to the Players Club
Where your wildest dreams can come true
I wanna bring to the stage of the realest niggas to ever do it
(Who he about to bring out?)
NAJJEE
(Oh shit, it's NAJJEE?)

This that black cat bad luck
Cadillac, she wanna fuck
Riding parked it, chill
So I told her ass to zip it up
She said she love the thrill
And how I got the midas touch
I say I wanna kill if you spark it then I light it up
This that riding down LA rocking APU
This that bad bitch she brought a friend
This that players club after school she show me love
We take her grabba throw in sour then we smoke it up
This that laid back shit
Kick your feet up you could chill
Into news so smooth
If I could tell just how you feel
This that after class you wanna holla
This that momma gave you money but you lost ya dollaz

So welcome to the fast life
When we ride
We get high
Cause it's the player's club
It's the player's club
Welcome to the player's club

And we just cruise through the meadow
Hoes and stilettos
They ask me where I'm from I'm just a nigga from the ghetto
I'm just a nigga from the ghetto
They ask me where I'm from I'm just a nigga from the ghetto

This that top players club
And this nigga from New York
In a place where dreams die
How the fuck we supposed to start
When yo pockets on recline
And school is on your mind
Should I finish
Should I grind
Like you think I'm wasting time
Should I really chase my dreams
When my life is on the line
But I see all my niggas either working or confined
Just seems we choose the fast route
Before we choose our grind
I dream of better days
Feeling stuck in my ways
Back to back on the haze
Losing sleep on the craze
Young king, I open lanes
Driven I feel awake
Smooth Sailing I set the pace
Drive Slow man just in case
Detectives all in my face
Well fuck it I want the case