Soft Rhodes The Game (Ft. Ashanti)

[Intro: The Game]
Keep my Blackberry contracts in the trillions (The trillions)
These bitches plotting on my millions (My millions)
My money stacking to the ceiling (For real, son)
I fuck around and hurt them feelings, so chill, hon

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Just 'cause we break up don't mean it's over (Over)
When I call, you coming over
To get this here like I told you
I'ma give it every time I want it (Get it every time I want it)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I, Game, freaks all the honeys (Yeah)
International, but you already know about it
Creep quick, deep-dick you
Have you swimming in liquor
Whatever you sipping—believe, I got the mixture
Smoke with you, look back at me, take a picture
She moaning, I barely fit her, but I'm in her
I keep her coming back 'cause she know I can do it right
'Just cause we share a crib don't mean I'm coming home tonight
Don't wait up—where I'm at is where I be
And when I'm be is where I'm at
Don't worry about my whereabouts
'Cause I don't really care about the drama
I air it out, then come home and wear it out
My ring, I 'on't wear it out, that kind of shit be pissing her off
And all the conversations are pissing me off
And we can have a conversation 'cause she yell when she talk
See, I do it smooth, man, and I be like, "Move, man"
I ain't in the mood, man—damn!