The Game — Love Me No More Remix

[Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more How you gon' tell me that Cause I'm out here getting this bread You hatin on this paper chase Tryna get my Momma a crib Shit don't even sound right Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'm a get out Cause a mu'fucka push that GT Then you what, I'm a come back for the niggas need to be reached for It's a problem tryna take that from me You niggas is slippin Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh I hear the streets talking funny shit So I laugh haha tell em keep talking funny keep talking funny I'm a keep talking money yup And all different types what The yens and the pounds pounds Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town sparrows Tripin' in ice I still be up town Harlem I hear em kicking up dirt on my name so what But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or I'll beam em up we got birdies on the chain easy Respect my mind or respect my grind cause what Gone to the bank when it's cheque signing time okay It's Tito Borough when it's jet flying time clear-port And we so thorough we the set fly or die Dip Set The bitches funny I'm talking bout life yup It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights that's right And we was hungry nauseas for a bite But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice yup [Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more hoe you gon' tell me that Cause I'm out here getting this bread you hatin on this paper chase Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood Talkin bout they don't need me no more Cause a mu'fucka push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me Cause I'm packin Jones heavy metal uhhuh Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it pray for me My next breath was let's do it kid Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters who's next Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers new year Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up get em And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts what's up baby Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up what Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up true stills Where did love go where And where does that leave us where we at They holdin' grudges on how they receive us fa sho And show the judges on how they perceive us Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features ballin Secretary's that Condoleza yup Cash first, secondary we use the visa uh huh Blast first, never worry about police cuffs nope Ya either leave us or you free us I need money! [Chorus:] Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more Cause I'm out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more Cause a mu'fucka push that GT It's a problem tryna take that from me Cause I'm packin heavy metal