Ain't No Playa (Hater) – English Lyrics

• By: Jay-Z, Foxy Brown
• Album: Reasonable Doubt

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Chey, what's happenin'?

Where's Frank?

Frank's finished.

You're comin' with me.

By the way, how much money do you need for shoppin'?

Haha!

I keep her fresher than the next chick

No need for you to ever sweat the next chick

Miss Wee make the best chicks see the exit

Indeed, you gotta know you're thoroughly respected

Boy, me, you get the keys to the Lexus

But no drivin', got your own 96' whippa

The ridin', keep you right, tired of bein' with Versace

That's why you gotta watch your friends, gotta watch me

They connivin', the first chance they crack for bank

They'll drive me, only get is 50 cent Frank

And Po's bias from the village, tell it, tell it, tell it

On your belly, no question, have more black chicks

Between my sheets than Eskimos

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot, meet your death in less than eight seconds

Still poundin' in your head for life

Laughin', my thing is tight

Who you askin', right?

Ain't no player like the one I got

No one can do you better

He sleeps around, but he gives me a lot

Keep you in diamonds and leathers

All of my friends, they tell me I should leave you alone

Hoo, ha

Tell the freaks to find a man of they own

Of they own

Fresh to death in Moschino

Coastin' by, lookin' half black and Filipino

Figure no jazz, got you whoopin' to fill a Ford

Sharpen your feet in Joe and Davis and Charles Jordan

I keep you down for love, you know these

Be making me weak, you all know how it goes, beast

And so I creep, I've been sinnin' since you've been playin' with Bobbie and Kenneth

You can't change a players game in the ninth inning

The Chrome rum spinney, somethin' grain it

So I run way above him and wrinkle his face like Lenin

I play hard until they say God, he's keeping it real

T.i.r. stay hard, I don't even trip

I never slip, get a grip

What you don't see is what you get, weapons concealed

Tell me what y'all feel, when your brothers play sick, we can all get ill

Ain't no player like the one I got

No one can do you better

He sleeps around, but he gives me a lot

Keep you in diamonds and leathers

All of my friends, they tell me I should leave you alone

Hoo, ha

Tell the freaks to find a man of they own

Of they own

There ain't no stopping this, no lie, crime is a state, monogamist

I try but love, you know these

Be making me weak, you all know how it goes, beast

So I stay deep, what up boo, just keep me laced in the illest sakes

Bank rolls and whips, back rubs in the French tub

McInnis' trick, wifey booze, so when you flip that door, remember them days you was dead broke

But now you stylin', I raised you, basically made you into a Don

Flippin' weight out, that's why I gets five carets and all that

For those, Jaguar Wanda the H-Ben Dale, I'm ringing bells

Now who the player, I still keep you in the illest gaters

Tailor made, they lay up in a shed, reminiscin' on how I sex the best

Especially when I'm sippin' bellies, don't give a damn how you move with them other mommies

I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life

Not them Reebok Broad

You made it known who the wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters

Before this rap thing, when you was in lovers and hopped out berettas

In E-classes with mode when the glass in shows in Cali

With all the flavors' sway bellies, now all your Menzes up in your Benzes' hot posts

I swear you be killing me, play

I never worry about them other chicks

Cause you proved who was your Wiz when you were spinning them chips

I trick a little

When you was up north your commissary stayed peeling

Had you living love on the Allen, all them collect had me vexed

But when you came home, bet I was coming off with half of them checks

Now we on the rise, you diamond mommy with the slanted eyes

Hell no, I see half of your dough made you into a star

Pushed you $100,000 cars

Ain't no player like the one I got

No one can do you better

He sleeps around, but he gives me a lot

Keep you in diamonds and leathers

All of my friends, they tell me I should leave you alone

Hoo, ha

Tell the freaks to find a man of they own

Of they own