askin' women,
who's those guys?
The words they spit, are they truths or lies?
Beelers spittin' at the bitch
like her ears are mic'd
Are they twins, lesbians,
queers, or dykes?
Mmm, I don't know and I don't care
She pay like she pay and get it
long as her hair
It's irrelevant, feel it, tell a bitch
To meet us at the
Magic, we elegant
Meet us at the
Magic, baby, catch me en route
A bass, two duckies, one shark and a trout
You can ask
J.
Stone what this hit is about
In the city where they stayin'
when them tricks come out
It was me,
Mack
Drake, left throat committee
Hoppin' out the big boy
Billy, you with me?
At the bar, rap stores, sippin' on
Henny
Tryna get it how we live, fat, tall, or skinny
I got that
G -A -M -E
I love that
G -A -M -E
I spit that
G -A -M -E
I get that
G -A -M -E
Now I know hoes that go, go
Go sunshine, rain, sweep snow, snow
On a sweater, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich,
get dope, dope
Understand one thing, good game, I got it
I caught her in the alley,
straight aim and shot it
I popped it like I knew
it, see I learned from
Annie
A girl would give it to me,
but she still can't stand me
Cause she don't understand me,
he too flammy
Fuck an
Oscar, a
Tony, give that nigga a
Grammy
We somewhere in
Kaloo -Kaka -Standy
Where the waters are blue and
the beaches are sandy
We ridin' candy in the deuce
I'm fuckin' with
Bila and we on
Gorilla
Juice
Tell the truth, don't you strip
Bila hook her up with a pimpin'
Got that
G -A -M -E, I buck that
G -A -M -E I spit that
G -A -M -E, I kick that
G -A -M -E
Now I know hoes that go, go, go
Sunshine rain, sweep snow, snow
On a sweater, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough
Now we somewhere on
North
Flamingo
Where the bitches hoes and
old folks play bingo
We gettin' bingos, but lame ass chips
Ain't nothin' but gang
flames from these lips
Well, show me the money like
Jerry
Maguire I'll show you a
honey hairin' like fire
I know a snow bunny stage named
Desire
The whole chick money
like the house on fire
She used to be with him,
but your nigga he not I caught her in a gang in the parking lot
She started ministratin' when I started to pop
I started to drop and handed out to the spot
2 ,700 at the
Mandalay
Bay 3 ,700
Mirage the same day
Bitches really like the way the
Bay play
Me and
Mack
Trey, we off the ass tray
I that
G -A -M -E I buck that
G -A -M -E
I spit that
G -A -M -E I get that
G -A -M -E
Now I know hoes that go, go
Sunshine rain, sweet snow, snow
On a sweater, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough