PLAY BOY

[?], Yeah
He doesn't fuck you like I do, he doesn't see you like I see you
At night I make you work and you jump better when I fight you
Chanel wallet, babe, I got you covered
They didn't believe before, they were atheists
I break you and make you again from scratch
I want you for myself, I don't want a replacement

You, you like fuckboys
Fucking in the Rolls-Royce, messing around with the toys
And I like Playboys (uh-uh-uh)
Who put on that cute face to show it all off
And I know you, you like fuckboys
Fucking in the Rolls-Royce, messing around with the toys
And I like Playboys (uh-uh-uh)
Who put on that cute face to show it all off

Imagine it, babe, you and me fucking in a European car
Tell me where, I'll park it, that pussy drips when I mess around
You know that whenever I want, I see you, I got the way like the dealers
Yesterday we scored, call the jeweler, scream however you want, I’ll back you up
La-la-la, your boyfriend talks big but doesn't do shit
And I'm just dying to see you without anything
Your legs like the wildness, oh, oh
La-la-la, the gun sticks out of the backpack
And if I pull it out, it goes bang-bang-bang
And I know you like it when you’re treated rough, oh, oh

You, you like fuckboys
Fucking in the Rolls-Royce, messing around with the toys
And I like Playboys (uh-uh-uh)
Who put on that cute face to show it all off
And I know you, you like fuckboys
Fucking in the Rolls-Royce, messing around with the toys
And I like Playboys (uh-uh-uh)
Who put on that cute face to show it all off

To show it all off—