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