Playboy

I just want you here for me
I'm tired of this game
You made me late for my show
I don't blame you, I would do it again (again and again)
You're mature, you're different
You leave me unconscious
You make me persistent
I want this feeling close to my mind
I have sex in any aspect
I want your descendant
Your language, I'm fluent in

She's the independent type, doesn't want a fuckboy (fuckboy)
I take photos, make an album, make the Playboy
If she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde, what's up boy?
She's not a bitch, not a hoe, not a thot, she's my lady, boy
I don't need your feature, I go solo, boy
Pussy boy

Bullet, Chanel, Dior, Prada, Ballin, NBA
Three points like Jordan
In my mind, it doesn't work, nah
My mind lies, ah
In my mind, it's not there, nah
(Let her in)

The way she shakes her ass is gonna make me spend
She knows how the team is
Traces of a rockstar
A mamacita in every municipality, ZIP code and area code where I show up
Day one, same dude since day one
You weren't there on day one
Surrounded only by vultures
I leave the house with ten more
Because I know they want what I have
I leave the house to maintain
All this shit that I have

On top, on top
On top, on top

I just want you here for me
I'm tired of this game
You made me late for my show
I don't blame you, I would do it again (again and again)