She Belongs to the Game

But I love her though!
 This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 That chick ain't yours
 You mighta fucked that girl
 You mighta said you love that girl
 But she belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 So nigga what you frontin' for?
 Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
 She belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 I don't be cuffin' these hoes
 I just be bustin these hoes
 I be finessin' for dough
 That's just the way that it go
 Too real nigga in the feel nigga
 Porsche nine eleven with the wood grain creeper
 Drop top boy I ain't tryna save money
 It's a damn shame that you tryna save honey
 She just wanna roam
 Give a nigga dome
 Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
 Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
 Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin'
 Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
 Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
 She ain't under arrest, let the girl free
 Let her come out and fuck with a real g
 H-O-S-T at the crib, power
 Jet jacuzzi, we gettin' dirty in the shower
 That chick ain't yours
 You mighta fucked that girl
 You mighta said you love that girl
 But she belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 So nigga what you frontin' for?
 Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
 She belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 A crack star turned rap star
 I'm that punk
 We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
 Did it for protection
 I did it with affection
 Hit it with that good ol' long hard erection
 Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
 Imma text you the answer
 I'm gone baby, later
 Out yo door to get bread
 When you come home there's no food still you fed
 Up get it, up live it
 Readin' books like a sucker
 Your girl sound asleep 'cause a real nigga fucked her
 You reach for the booty and she tell you don't touch her
 You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother'
 She don't like flowers or movie dates
 She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
 One shot empty it out she lovin' the taste
 That's the shit to put a smile on her face
 That chick ain't yours
 You mighta fucked that girl
 You mighta said you love that girl
 But she belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 So nigga what you frontin' for?
 Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
 She belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 Thought you had a wife huh
 Busy trickin' tryna change that whole life huh
 But that don't stop her from creepin' every night huh
 Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right bruh
 How could you wife her
 Hov done had her
 Ab done had her
 We all hit it player you ain't the only batter
 Yeah you her man but you don't even matter
 If you knew the shit we did you'd probly stab her
 Then turn around and take her back anyway
 Knowin' we could have that bitch any way
 Misisionary, doggy style, any day
 Don't worry, crack a smile, you'll be OK!
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 That chick ain't yours
 You mighta fucked that girl
 You mighta said you love that girl
 But she belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 So nigga what you frontin' for?
 Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
 She belongs to the game
 And when she's with me I let her do her thing
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 So sad, so sad, so sad
 So sad, so sad, so sad