Lyrics for Play For Keeps by Molly Brazy :
n*ggas lied to me, n*ggas stole from me
But I ain’t cry about it, I got more money
Everybody on my phone tryna hold something
Even that bag wanna f*ck me, I got loads coming
Road runner, quick to switch up States
I been MIA
Get some head, put that n*gga out
Then get my number changed
Molly Brazy, pull up on your block
Let that engine growl
Sounding like that n*gga from Verizon
“Can you hear me now?”
Jewelry loud, I look like I done came up on a lick
I been snapping ever since they took my brother out
He told me “sis, step it up, and keep your foot on they necks”
Quit staring at me, I just smacked a b*tch (?)

I swear
They so disloyal show them how to ball
Ain’t got no morals, b*tches breaking laws
Beefing over n*ggas, I swear I done seen it all
They been fake they whole life, these hoes Santa Clause
b*tch, you ain’t no housewife, you a housekeeper
Queen Petty, you don’t like me?
I don’t like you neither
Fifteen hundred for these sneaks, couldn’t find them cheaper
Red tint, but the arms look like Justin Bieber
You must’ve bumped your head, you thought I was broke
These hoes stalk my Instagram to see what I got on
They so spooked, when they see me I get compliments
Got too many money problems, they need counseling
Flew to Oakland, holla at Curry, get some autographs
Real shooter since he met him, he ain’t call me back
I grew up around here, my city ain’t that bad
But you ain’t from around here, so let me take that back

A rat gone be a rat, I ain’t gone say no more
Where them cape, cause these filters out here saving hoes
From the bottom, climb that latter, it ain’t take me long
A lot of ups, a lot of downs, it just made me strong
You a side b*tch, we ain’t got sh*t in common
Pity party, bunch of mad ass baby mamas
Ain’t got no time to play with y’all, cause I’m too busy counting
Grown as hell, but I swear that money keep my grounded
Birkins and Peruvian, they go hand-in-hand
If I bust out this Rolly, it’s gone hammer dance
I ain’t got no roof, George Jefferson
Quick reminder, hoes got me out my element
Miss me now, see my later, ain’t no meet and greet
That Draco on the seat, b*tch I play for keeps
I can’t even go to sleep, Twitter got me geeked
Cause I know these hoes sweet, and they don’t wanna beef
That deal ain’t change nothing, but my bank account
And where I live, I got deer running through my house
My mama prayed for it, I just went and bought it
I told her she can have it, I don’t care what it cost me
You talking beneficial, step into my office
But when y’all got to spilling tea is where y’all b*tches lost me
Forreal