Stitches - Game Over lyrics

[Verse] Game over, game over I'm like 50 in his prime, tryin' p**y a** n***as cause they always tryna act hard I'm a rich motherf**er drivin' in the foreign car, best belive my dick is always hard Young rich n***a drivin' Maseratis f**in' with a Puerto Rican shorty I'm a coke dealer, everybody know it Money in my pocket and I always throw it When you rich, motherf**er, you don't give a f** A n***a say he gon' k** you, tell him, "Good luck" Servin' coke outta bandos I walk in the club wearin' sandals Young fresh n***a 'til they put me a grave I'm a young millionaire and you know I'm feelin' great Money in my pocket, money in my bank Can't f** with a b**h if the p**y stink Double cup all that muddy Cum on her face now it's flooded VVS diamonds on my j**elry I blinded her sight now she's suin' me Dade County that's my city Money, money, money, like I'm P. Diddy I dare somebody to say different f** around with me I k** you to be specific f** a p**y a** n***a named The Game p**y a** n***a that shall be your name TMI Gang that's my squad I make a phone call and I k** you and your dogs I get a greenlight to shoot you redlight Wa-wa-wa, that's a bad night I ain't got no sympathy for p**y n***as Tyga and The Game, they some p**y n***as And you beefin' with Young Thug, he weigh eighty pounds f** with a real thug, you get eighty rounds And I understand why 50 Cent dropped you from the G-Unit The Game? He used to be a stripper Game over, game over, TMI Gang takin' over p**y a** n***a, you a p**y a** n***a, you a p**y a** n***a p**y a** n***a, p**y, p**y, p**y, p**y, p**y a** n***a