Troy Ave - I Love The Game lyrics

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Troy Ave - I Love The Game lyrics

[Troy Ave:] Money ain't the issue baby, you already know that Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at Streets keep calling sell my soul Something bout the paper man, I just don't know And it's on me yeah Whatever you want I can buy right now It's on me yeah If n***a try front, he can die right now [Young Lito:] Young fly n***a, foreign car whipper Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her Balling, I should be on ESPN Instead I'm in the suite with a lesbian I love the homies but me and money, best of friends Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in Plus I still got the grip on me, I don't slip homie Take your life, leave your kids and your b**h lonely On my job, putting it on for the squad Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob Whatever you want, baby girl it ain't a problem You see a n***a living large, Lito [Troy Ave:] Money ain't the issue baby, you already know that Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at Streets keep calling sell my soul Something bout the paper man, I just don't know And it's on me yeah Whatever you want I can buy right now It's on me yeah If n***a try front, he can die right now [Young Lito:] VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs Now I'm pushing whips you see at the expos Haters talk slick 'til they get exposed I'm a young, lit n***a, call me k**a yeah Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there Neck blinging, n***as scared, got bullets they could share Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito n***a yeah [Troy Ave:] Money ain't the issue baby, you already know that Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at Streets keep calling sell my soul Something bout the paper man, I just don't know And it's on me yeah Whatever you want I can buy right now It's on me yeah If n***a try front, he can die right now Out in Arizona all my Spanish b**h balling f**ing with some other birds on my dirty phone Multitask, I get multi-cash Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo' top gas 240 on my latest, I got multi-dash Boys that I floss and they all so fast Getting neck in 'em, I got bow tie swag But its more than suitable to put you n***as in the gra** Money ain't the issue baby, you already know that Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at Streets keep calling sell my soul Something bout the paper man, I just don't know And it's on me yeah Whatever you want I can buy right now It's on me yeah If n***a try front, he can die right now

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