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

Spinning around, spinning
Spinning around, around
It's the same old, we be through the same old
Spinning around, around
Pulling them down, taking them
the same old, niggas get tired of the same old

Nigga you up?
I'm strapping up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm acting up,
You not gon' on playing me
You not gon' on playing me
Is it be this bitch or your family?
I'll kill that bitch whole family (I hate you!)
What crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house for?And what time you get anyway?
Shit, four
And that's the fuck you sleeping on the couch for
I don't give a fuck, thug I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house
Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my
This bitch always flipping pushing buttons a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and it out the toxic
And you gone, guess what?
I'll be on that sidedick, nigga

I guess you thought stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, stop making them, they stop making them
Guess she thought they stopped making real bitches they made you
Shit, a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too

Now explaining to you
That she's the bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to better you lose
And all this loud chirping you consider rude
But when food is on the
We may be arguing like the and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get back
a little girl I cut the cord from her navel

I it's just the way it goes down
Love is a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it goes
Love is like a go round
It all to game