Playboy (don't Hate Me) Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

[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)? 

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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 

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[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]