She Belongs to the Game

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