Ain’t Fuckin’ With You The Game (Ft. LeMarvin)

[Intro]
That T.M. shit (Shit)
That T.M. shit (Shit)
Ya heard?
That T.M. shit (Shit)
That T.M. shit, Game!

[Chorus: LeMarvin & The Game]
I don't care that you lookin' like Beyoncé on her best day
I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight
I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight
I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
Could be another night, girl, but tonight
I ain't fuckin' wit'chu

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm tired of playin' your games, you pissin' me off
I'm watchin' LeBron, so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin' but really it's you that be gone
Always bringin' up Tanisha be givin' me dome
I ain't tryin' to hear that, I'm just tryin' to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones' grill
All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans
Dancin' like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50
Tryin' to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse
We used to hit Midtown, throwin' all them stacks out
Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin' to act out
Flippin' like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout?
You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house
Black out