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Big Tymers How You Luv That - Vol. 1 Playboy (Don't Hate Me) [Lil' Wayne] What, what what, what, huh Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh Better act like you know it I be comin wit' it And you saw Wayne from a distance in the Expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, Hot Boy Get up, Cardion, lobster regular And you can call me on my cell-ular, what? Celebrate and pop the Don P Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and Lil' Travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it I got a Roley on my wrist with 10 karats And I'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh? Nigga rollin' short about paper Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp Up in the double R (R), just me and Slim I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)? Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful [3x] How you luv that, playboy? [Verse 2] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask Pamela or your baby momma Lil' Tamera Feel like a samurai or Zorro Rich niggas don't borrow Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat Am I to see shit? Don't even look for it, it's way off Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bulls playoffs So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty It's a gang of us, whoa-ty You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty You get it either it show We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere, playboy [Chorus] Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy [Verse 3] I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherfucker I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my newborn Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick While you be loving the stupid bitch Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing Going to the club with 10 G's and a bar tab that's all on Baby Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on Cash Money Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed Mace in my face Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate Tellin' me I think my shit dont stank cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus And a penthouse that say "Hoe Hater" With tatoos with number one stunner With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey I spent 20 G's on my earrings, homey Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like Fresh And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money niggas [Chorus then talk til the end] |
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