The Game, Ashanti - Soft Rhodes lyrics

[The Game, Ashanti - Soft Rhodes lyrics]

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

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)

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!

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)

He have Benzos and Bentleys, Mr chow's
Vera Wang blouse
Raising the haters' eyebrows
Don't ask how, just ask when
How it feel to work with Dr dre? Ask him
I'll introduce you, rearrange your future
But that's just me your friends envy
But that they just wanna be you
But when the tables turn
It's like Musical Chairs
Thought I was going to the feds
And your ass wasn't there
Blew trial, back on the street
Back on my feet
You in the crib, 'posed to be my wiz
But creeping with this other nigga
Stay with him, play with him, take my truck
Spend a day with him
Tell 'em that The Game sent you
While I relapse, smoking kush on a private
James Bond, Louboutins, you know how I get
A friendly text
Park my truck and don't forget
To get your shit up out my closet

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)

Let's pretend we got married
Been away to a honey moon
Depends on horse and carriage make for two
And pretend we're not married
To my husband and your wife
Bring it, brings it love and one get it
Maybe one night maybe you and me
(maybe you and me)
Like we used to be (like we used to be)
And every you and me (every you and me)
Livin' (livin') our memory (baby)
Maybe you and me (maybe you and me)
Like we used to be (like we used to be)
And every you and me (every you and me)
Livin' (livin') our memory (baby)

Yeah yeah yeah, uhh, yea yeah yeah, ahh

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