Playboy Lyrics

I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous

I wanna buy a mansion, then I wanna paint it

I wanna wear really nice clothes, get some really big rings

Bag some really bad hoes, I'll be playing on their g-strings

I'm at the club, like what, I'm looking cut

Got my table and valet, chassez, look at your butt

Go to any show I want and fuck with anyone I please

Find a squeeze, oh I'm sorry, that's your girlfriend on her knees?

Live like a feudal lord minus the life span

I call prima nocta all over your wife man

Treated like a poodle in a rich bitch's home

Getting pampered by hand servants, most of all, dome

Wanna boat, wanna take it to the ocean

Lemme rock your world with a little bit of motion

Little bit of lotion, lemme rub your toes

I show you my devotion, what's all the commotion?

Hey

I wanna be with you

Stay

Until the night is through

After that… whatever

I wanna get all of the shit I used to dream about in school

A Ferrari, a guitar, a shooting star, a private pool

Wanna get swole like Goku, and grow old with no new friends

Bottles of soju and models with only fans

Hah, I wanna meet you at the top

Set up shop, I'm in the space needle, like Dr. Evil

Wanna see the Grand Canyon like Evel Knievel

And meet with my fans, I'm a church here's my steeple

Yo, I wanna make a movie

4K 3D wanna see your boobies

There's two of you and one of me

Sounds like fun to me

I'm up her skirt like Marilyn, barreling

Too big to fail like Merrill Lynch

You know I only drink it if it's coming in a barrel

I'll be daring like Errol Flynn, garish like Sarah Lynn

Better keep your hands up 'cause I'm coming for the king

Like, hey

I wanna be with you

Oh baby, stay

Until the night is through

You can give me that much, can't you?

Wanna be on stage, getting bras thrown at me

Girls with tats who flash 'em tap me

Asking, "Can we have this lap?"

I slap 'em back to back to back like

Nah, I wanna make a million bops

And nod my nog along these drops

The flow don't stop, I show my cops

The drip's too hot, like plop plop plop

I wanna be on magazines

I've got a cause, no James Dean

Hottest kid you've ever seen

Wanna meet with the president

Show her my legislature

In the cabinet, setting a precedent

Slow, I gotta keep it on the go

Gotta grow the dough from 0 to coast to coast

Gotta show the most I post, I hate to boast

But it's sure to blow your dome, I let 'em know

Like, hey

I wanna be with you

Oh baby, stay

Until the night is through

What do you say?

Hey

I wanna be with you

Come on, don't tell me you haven't been charmed

You know I got you

You're smiling

You know you're smiling

Let's go