T/The Game/Everything Red Feat. Birdman & Lil Wayne
[Verse 1 - The Game] Used to be a 40oz n-gga Standin’ on the corner no money for the rock Now you see broke tell him holla I wanna throw him a couple dollas Follow me on twitter follow me in the streets Me and my tupac zone when I creep And then I’m gone Back on my gang sh-t You know the chain sit Throwin’ up the roc tryin’ to figure out where Dame went Aye now pop champagne Tell them hoes that I’m in this bitch with Lil Wayne We got Young Money, we got old money We got Jay-z, Beyonce show money We got Daniel Gibson and Keysha Cole money And we got haters but that better than no money We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money Two thousand and ten we comin’ for your money
[Chorus - The Game] See red when I sleep Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street
When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet
[Verse 2 - Birdman] Brrrat Pearl white bugatti Flash cash flag on the top Spend a n-gga band and we out Big money sh-t been ’bout See this game blood N-gga gave me the gang So I gave it to my bloods MULA Fresh with the new fleet All red Y-M-C-M-B (so priceless) Big money on the white sheets Mil how we sleep presidential suites A-K’s on the harley Maserati keep me a farely And my Bentley with the black mag Brand new Porsche strap stashed Twenty two in my benz jeep Chopper long on the back seat
[Chorus - The Game] See red when I sleep Got a red Lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street
When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Take the chopper out the trunk and go east side with it Split a n-gga in two Make a peace sign with him Play with the p-ssy Put the peace sign in it I never thought I’d see a f-ckin’ free me sign n-gga Young Carter, n-ggas know I’m blood Bad red bone sittin’ in my tub I ball hard I don’t need a sub Break yo bitch ass off like a ticket stub What it do I’ll show you what it does And everybody knows real bees don’t buzz Pull up in the drop top off where she was And later on tonight I’m forget who she was Pimpin aint easy not pimpin’ ain’t Weezy Got too many bloods I could never be anemic You know my motto put it in the air And I fuck with the game like a true player
[Chorus - The Game] See red when I sleep Got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That’s me red room for my dogs in the street
When you see me on the creep Got a redbone chick in this red leather seats When I get into the house we layin’ over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
