Circles

[Verse 1: The Game & Sha Sha] I just want you to come home No matter if it's late at night (I hear you talking) I know you saying you working But baby boy this feeling ain't right (I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that) Fuck that, we got enough houses, enough cars You done bought me enough jewelry Tired of your shit my nigga, you hear me (You know I be at the studio and shit) Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on? Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse (I didn't say that) I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Drake house Parked my shit at 'Ye house and hopped in the uber Jayceon stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid Nah look, ain't nobody say that You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert Closet full of Giuseppes, you came a long way from Converse Took you out that Hon-cord, put you in that Tom Ford All this arguing I ain't got no time for it You call my phone like fifty times Don't do no shit like that I was just fucking them girls I was gon' get right back [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] Spinning around, spinning around Spinning around, spinning around It's the same old, we be going through the same old Spinning around, spinning around Pulling them down, taking them down It's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old [Verse 2: The Game & Sha Sha] Nigga you strapping up? Yeah I'm strapping up, shit, you acting up? Yeah I'm acting up, nigga You not gon' keep on playing me You not gon' keep on playing me Is it gon' be this bitch or your family? I'll kill that bitch whole family (I fucking hate you!) What your crazy ass shooting in the house for? What yo dumbass screwing in the house for? And what time you get home anyway? Shit, about four And that's what the fuck you sleeping on the couch for I don't give a fuck, thug life, I'm an outlaw And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my side chick This bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it up to Toxic And while you gone, guess what? I'll be bouncing on that side dick, nigga [Bridge: Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha] I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you Shit, they stop making them, they stop making them Guess you thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too But you know you still the one [Verse 3: Q-Tip] And nothing can compare to the temper that you hear When you get caught in a stare at the next derriere Now she's explaining to you That she's the baddest bitch that ever graced a pair of shoes And if you wanna gamble to find better, you lose And all this loud chirping that you consider rude But when food is on the table We may be arguing like we Cain and we Abel Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable Have a little girl, I cut the cord from her navel Hey [Outro: Eric Bellinger & Q-Tip] I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round I guess it's just the way it goes down Love is like a merry go round And on goes the game