Jim Jones ft. The Game Luv Me No More Dirty

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Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more
Cause I'm out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more
Cause a mu'f***a push that GT
It's a problem tryna take that from me
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh

Jim Jones:
I hear the streets talking funny (s***)
So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'm a keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
N**** just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when it's cheque signing time (okay)
It's Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The b****es funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

Chorus:
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more
Cause I'm out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they don't need me no more
Cause a mu'f***a push that GT
It's a problem tryna take that from me
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh

The Game:
Yo the weather-man is back, the GT black
22's so big the f***in tires look flat (I'm gone)
Ain't no clouds in my stones(nope)
So clear they make you dizzy you can call it patroon
(certified gangsta)
Even Jim know that,
It true religion white pocket got a grip soo fat (westside)
The n****s with the money ain't scared,
We donated to the club when we throw it in the air (we ballinnn)
If you get it like us (and I'm ballinnn)
Then turn them f***in bottles up-side-down
Don't waste it for me,
But pour everything out for my n**** Pimp C (pimp c)
The cars we got em the girls ride with us(what else)
The haters is hattin the feds taking pictures
Wanna see a million dollars look at me,
Everything cost money even vick ain't free.

Chorus:
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more
Cause I'm out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood Talkin bout they don't need me no more
Cause a mu'f***a push that GT
It's a problem tryna take that from me
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year)
N**** outta lame ya s***, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did love go? (where)
And where does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they receive us (fa sho)
And show the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug N**** whip the forein features (ballin)
Secretary's that Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you free us
I need money!

Chorus:
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more
Cause I'm out here getting this bread
Tryna get my Momma a crib
Tryna get up out the ghetto
How the Hood talkin bout they don't ne