Ne-Yo, The Game - Camera Phone lyrics

Mmmmm, ohh-whoa ohhhhh
Hey!

Picture me and my gangsta girl
Ridin with the top back
Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck frio, my Sox hat
Tilted to the side
Like you know I get my grind on
Get my shine on
Jewelry blacken on rhinestones
Rims spinnin like a globe on these low pros
Do it big cause I'm s'posed to floss and
That's the reason she break me off
Cause I'm gangsta, and I'm ridin with

Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman
Rollin like a boss do, no matter the cost to
Not tryin to brag but, money not a issue
Don't let your girl see us
That might make her diss you
Cause if she roll with us
She won't even miss you

Uh, uh, uh
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack
Before it hit the ground she throw it back
When I make it rain that's chump change that
Paid for the 26 on my Range
Range, Range, drive, drive
Take the wheel when I roll this lye
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze

And once again it's on
If she take a picture with a camera phone
Then playa she not comin home
And if I'm on her screen saver
That might mean later we gone
If I let her take a picture
She will roll with me
If I let her take a picture
She will roll with me
If I let her take a picture
She will roll with me
And will roll with me, and will roll with me
Ohh

If you don't know by now baby I'm
A star, look at my face
Look at my car
Look at my waist and look at my scars
Look out the window see where we are
In my Phantom, in my Rover bangin

Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
She never rolled in a car with the suicide
Girl when they see you and I
They committin suicide
All of 'em want my girl - cause
She pretty and thick in the thighs
Homie don't mess with mine -
Do us or it's suicide

She call me Jay, I call
Her B, we gettin married
To the streets
I'm chasin money she chasin
Me, I'm right where
I wanna be
With the B, on my Bentley
The horse on my Lambo
Crown on my Cadillac, checks on my Air Max
Haters, better fall back
'fore I put somethin in your ballcap
That's my chick
I got her back like a bra strap
Cause she fine, and she cute
She think she all that
And she all that, that's my girl
That's my world

Game, can you take a picture?
Ne-Yo, can you take a picture?
We been waitin all night
Just to take a picture wit'cha

Grab the wheel, take control
And let your hair blow inside my Lambo
Pull out your phone, picture that
Take you home let your man
Know I'm hittin that
While I'm hittin that, she send it
Back, she drop it low
We about to blow
Me and N-E, dash, Y-O, yo', girl know
She's so Ciara, so Eve, so Mariah, so B
She's so Trina, I'm R. Kelly
She remind me of
My gold D's
I'm Coolie Hi, I'm Cocheese, she a 34-D
I'm so pleased
I'm So So Def, she's so Janet
I'm J.D. and she fo' me
In a H-2, we fo' deep
Through the N.Y.C. off no sleep
I hate to drive but I break it wide
When I'm ridin with my show D
I kidnap her never take her home
Ridin off bangin Ne-Yo sittin on chrome