The Game - Circles lyrics

[Verse 1: 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) f** that we got enough houses, enough cars You done bought me enough j**elry Tired of your sh** my n***a you hitting (You know I be at the studio and sh**) n***a 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 n***a, you wasn't at Dre house Parked my sh** at Ye house and hopped in the uber Jayceon stop lying you f**ing 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 sh** like that I was just f**ing them girls I was gon' get right back [Hook: 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, n***as get tired of the same old [Verse 2: Game & Sha Sha] n***a you strapping up? Yeah I'm strapping up, sh** you acting up? Yeah I'm acting up, n***a You not gon' keep on playing me You not gon' keep on playing me Is it gon' be this b**h or your family? I'll k** that b**h whole family (I f**ing hate you!) What your crazy a** shooting in the house for? What yo dumba** screwing the house for? And what time you get home anyway? sh**, about four And that's what the f** you sleeping on the couch for I don't give a f**, thug life I'm an outlaw And the next b**h ain't nothing but a house call Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my sidechick This b**h always flipping pushing bu*tons like a sidekick That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic And while you gone, guess what? I'll be bouncing on that sidedick, n***a [Bridge: Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha] I guess you thought they stopped making real n***as when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real n***as when they made you I guess you thought they stopped making real n***as when they made you sh**, they stop making them, they stop making them Guess she thought they stopped making real b**hes when they made you sh**, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Now she's explaining to you That she's the baddest b**h to ever grace to pair of shoes And if you are unable 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 the 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 [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