Around the World

[Intro: Jamie Foxx]

Oh oooh, yeah

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl

But I'm just tryin' to get my money right

So unless I'm done we could take a flight

So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles

Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels

First class ticket, G-4, you that deal

For real (I can take you all around the world)

[Verse 1: The Game]

She likes black Bentley coupes, black Daytons

Black interior, black ridin' shotgun

Black four-five, black Air Ones

Bangin' the Black Album, track number one

She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite

If it's gon' get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit

If she bite too hard I'ma say that shit

But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit

Marcus Houston, I don't play that shit

By the time we got half way through watchin' Ray, I hit

I laid her down, beat it up, let her go clean it up

Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what?

Then it's part two in the sauna

Feel like I'm fuckin' Mary J. 'cause she don't want no drama

I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas

Than give you thirty thousand a month like Diddy, baby momma

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl

But I'm just tryin' to get my money right

So unless I'm done we could take a flight

So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles

Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels

First class ticket, G-4, you that deal

For real (I can take you all around the world)

[Verse 2: The Game]

Picture me thuggin'

Picture me lovin' you like Bobby love Whitney

Now picture me fuckin'

Pullin' your ponytail, smackin' you on the ass

Tellin' you how (I can take you all around the world)

That nigga can't do it like this

Even Beyoncé couldn't move it like this

She only fuck with soldiers, that's her shit

I hate to admit it but I love my bitch so much

I'm sittin' outside in the Benz

Thinkin' back to Dre's house when I fucked her best friend

The pussy wasn't nothin'

Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage

She told me she was tired of the Game and rap

Quit like Ma$e then she came right back

I told you the bitch sex was whack

And you're all I need, even Jamie know that

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl

But I'm just tryin' to get my money right

So unless I'm done we could take a flight

So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles

Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels

First class ticket, G-4, you that deal

For real (I can take you all around the world)

[Verse 3: The Game]

You know what they say, "more money, more problems, more drama"

Means more marijuana and less baby momma

You know I love you like I love my shoes

But even white Air Force ones come in two's

Yeah, I like her and I like you too

What's wrong? She my bitch and you my boo

She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley coupe

She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school

I gave you the Birkin bags so I made a mistake

And Oprah don't fuck with them no more anyway

I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through

But I ain't goin' nowhere, I got a kid wit'chu

Why we always gotta argue about Superhead's book

She sucked my dick with a condom on, after that I shook

And when she start talking about buying a ring

I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]

I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl

But I'm just tryin' to get my money right

So unless I'm done we could take a flight

So I can take you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles

Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels

First class ticket, G-4, you that deal

For real (I can take you all around the world)