(feat. Mike D, Billy Cook)



[Billy Cook]

Oooooh-oooooh



[Hook x2]

Playa haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down, like a superstar

If you really wanna know, who it be

It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D



[Fat Pat]

Playa haters, wanna know who I be

The capital letters, F-A to the T

Coming down slow, in my candy red drop

Everybody looking at me, but I don't stop

Thangs done changed in the game, since way back

Cause I done came up, a playa got what stacks

Now broads on my jock, got to back-back

Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat

Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G

Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see

Paid in full, make stacks

So a young...don't know, how to act

So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss

Now I'm coming up, and them shops can kiss

A real playa's..., cause I'm crawling down slow

Come up in the game, just to let everybody know



[Hook x2]



[Mike D]

It's been a long long time, in the game

21 young, and I finally got my fame

Dollas and cents, can't let it change me

True to the game, so the fame don't amaze me

Living my life, as a hustler

Doing this dirt, since a youngster

So Mr. what you saying, ain't doing nothing to me

Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me

I remember back in, 90 what 3

Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G

Boys ain't like it, I don't really care

Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas

Broke my paper down, I'ma still make my ends

1996, came hopped off the Benz

Boys in my face, like it wasn't really nothing

That's why I came down, chopping on them buttons man



[Hook x2]



[Fat Pat]

Hit a lick I came up, I'm back in the game

I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name

Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame

Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim

A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T

Living in luxury, doing it like a O.G

Everyday, all day

I'm starched down, piece on my neck I don't play

Ike will spray, leave candy red

Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads

Got new friends, cause I got ends

When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin

Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris

Everybody know, we do it just like this

Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades

We gon parlay, and I just say



[Hook x2]



[Billy Cook]

Yeeeeeeeeeeah, ooooooooh yeah

Oh-oh-oh, yeeeah, yeeee-eeeeah

Hooo-ooooo, yeeeeeah

Playa haters, wanna know who you are

When you coming down, like a superstar

If you really wanna, who it be

It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D