She Belongs to the Game

[Intro: Troy Ave]

But I love her though!

This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro

So sad, so sad, so sad

[Hook: Troy Ave]

That chick ain't yours

You mighta ****** that girl

You mighta said you love that girl

But she belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

So ***** what you frontin' for?

Ey ***** what you frontin' for?

She belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]

I don't be cuffin' these hoes

I just be bustin these hoes

I be finessin' for dough

That's just the way that it go

Too real ***** in the feel *****

Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper

Drop top boy I ain't tryna save money

It's a damn shame that you tryna save honey

She just wanna roam

Give a ***** dome

Without an insecure ***** blowin' up her phone

Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions

Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin'

Super fly *****, punk ***** hold the ropes

Baby come through for this body slam, whoah

She ain't under arrest, let the girl free

Let her come out and **** with a real g

H-O-S-T at the crib, power

Jet jacuzzi, we gettin' dirty in the shower

[Hook: Troy Ave]

That chick ain't yours

You mighta ****** that girl

You mighta said you love that girl

But she belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

So ***** what you frontin' for?

Ey ***** what you frontin' for?

She belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]

A crack star turned rap star

I'm that punk

We went to jail and turned *****u Akbar

Did it for protection

I did it with affection

Hit it with that good ol' long hard ********

Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'

Imma text you the answer

I'm gone baby, later

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 ***** ****** 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 **** in her mouth and gun on my waist

One shot empty it out she lovin' the taste

That's the **** to put a smile on her face

[Hook: Troy Ave]

That chick ain't yours

You mighta ****** that girl

You mighta said you love that girl

But she belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

So ***** what you frontin' for?

Ey ***** what you frontin' for?

She belong 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