[Verse 1: The Game & Sha Sha]
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
Fuck that, we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your shit my nigga, you hear me
(You know I be at the studio and shit)
Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Drake house
Parked my shit at 'Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid
Nah look, ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of Giuseppes, you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that Hon-cord, put you in that Tom Ford
All this arguing I ain't got no time for it
You call my phone like fifty times
Don't do no shit like that
I was just fucking them girls
I was gon' get right back
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