Playboy lyrics

Artist  : Big Tymers 
Song : Playboy



 Send "Playboy" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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
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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 don’t 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]