เนื้อเพลง Playboy (Don't Hate Me) - 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?
N*gga 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t? 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 b*tches 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, b*tch, we got a bedroom
With hoes countin' money and giving n*ggas head, room
So when you hear the leg boom, b*tch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, b*tt on the run, startin' sh*t somewhere,
playboy

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 n*ggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherf*cker
I bought a Yukon for my main b*tch with my newborn
Pictures of other ol' ladies s*ckin' on my d*ck
While you be loving the stupid b*tch
Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something
These hoes been giving me they p*ssy 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 n*ggas drank for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that sh*t 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 sh*t 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
B*tches be lovin' this gold grill, homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings, homey
N*gga, I aiin't met a n*gga who could drop a beat like Fresh
And I ain't met a n*gga that could out shine me
See I gotta clip that called p*ssy-go getters
Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money n*ggas

{Chorus then talk til the end}