Young Lito

That chick ain't yours

You mighta f**d 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 n**a what you frontin' for

Ey n**a what you frontin' for

She belong to the game

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

I don't be cuffin' these h**s

I just be bustin these h**s

I be finessin' for dough

That's just the way that it go

Too real n**a in the feel n**a