The Beat Bully - God Speed lyrics

[Intro: DJ Skee] When you hear that sound, you already know what time it is I Only Drop cla**ics and we back again with another one The duo you love to hate Live from Los Angeles The Game, I am (DJ SKEE) [Verse 1: The Game] I just want y'all to understand what I'm about to do Keep it gangsta in this Louis Vuitton designer suit In front of club Liv stuntin' in that Masi coupe Then we're gonna check Chyna see what King of Diamonds do Pa** the kush to A.R. when I recline the roof That n***a get down for me like I'm 'bout to shoot Tell em' its Money Gang my n***a Sonic real And Kid Red be running trains like a monorail Introduce you to my team n***as you need to know We popping spades the bottles look like C3PO Blowing that loud security telling us to keep it low But when you pay me for a walk through This is what you need to know We smoking all night Kev got a handle for me And tell the owner that 12 bottles is mandatory And we gon' need a few Cirocs and them Gooses too Same go for Greenhouse and Dreams down in Houston too Watching Malaya eating shrimp while I throw these ones Jas drunk as f** cause every time I look he show his gun Every time we at the strip club he got the coldest one Surrounded by k**as cause J-Prince know his son And I'm aight with that cause Rap-A-Lot my fam And every time J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can Cause he been looking out for me before the Drake co-sign, And I was there when him and Tune heard that Drake was gon' sign But look at Drake now every time that I need something He do it and say "Game holla if you need something" And thats loyalty in an industry thats full of snakes When n***as send a bottle to your table just to show they face And b**hes standing looking pretty just to get a gla** of Ace Most of these hoes dumb and ain't nothing but an a** and face But if you are the ones thats lucky enough to stand up on this couch Make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out I hate you fake hoes I swear I hate you fake hoes Your fake a**, your fake nose, you never gon' be J-Lo Nicki put you on that Mike Kors got you thinking That you on the right course to f** the n***a in that white Porsche But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome My oldest kid is 10 and some my youngest got his tennis on And you ain't never seen a 4 year old swaggin in his Foams Now they wanna be him cause he rocking colosseums Used to rock it for the fiends now he rock with Europeans All out in Dublin with them green bottles bubbling Twins I call doublemint, they calling me by my government I swear to god that I'm loving it I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic Even she surprised that she s**ing it But don't be surprised that I'm f**ing Never cuffing, always puffin', these b**hes know who they f**ing with I'm the f**ing sh**, handsome a** n***a f** with me I'll f** with her you gonna need ransom cash n***a Now cancel that n***a like my Black Berry service Don't believe none of you n***as till them plaques start servicing n***as get nervous when we hop out them Suburbans Get to tying red rags around our head like they turbans After n***as murk em', I'm behind the Phantoms curtains Headed to Greystone, my alibi is this Persian Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion From Hollywood lock up to yelling out bring the spades in Dumb b**h right here wanna know why the bottle green I'm something like them golf n***as, I done seen a lot of green 640 Mil bout to play the lottery A rich n***a can't win twice? Don't lie to me Cause I'm Donald Trumpin' Feds trying to eye on me Ain't no limit in spending this money I'm bout it bout it P I'm who these new rappers trying to be Every new n***a that say 'five' becomes a prodigy And you should honor me. Hang my jersey up? Sure! We got a situation, n***a Jersey shore Know I'm bout my occupation, know I'm bout f**ing these hoes Know I rock them Louboutins and smoke till its stuck on my clothes And I got your girl in her comfortable clothes I'm bout to tickle her with what's right up under my nose Its money gang b**h, now watch my company blow And go from a hot logo to something you know I'm in the Maserati, Jordans punching the floor And you can act like you don't n***a, but... [Ending Verse: Mele] Either I'm going too fast or doing too much, shut it down all the time when I'm in the club OoOOoOOo, oOooOOo Yeah I'm always in the zone chilling with a bad b**h and she got nothing on yeah I'm gonna do it, shut it down Yeah I'm going too fast, so fast....