Dj Esco - The Way The Game Goes lyrics

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[Hook:Future]

Choppers on deck, yeah the choppers on deck

More money, more problems, more sex

More bitches more cash, more bitches more cash, that's all these young niggas gone get (turn up!)

And we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes (yeah yeah)

We get fly everyday, we get high everyday, that's the way the game goes

That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes

That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes

That's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes, that's the way the game goes

We don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes, these hoes

That's the way the game goes

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I'm black and proud, with a big 4.5 and a pack of loud

I stay gased up, my kick-door niggas stay masked up

Had the drop head back but I hopped in bad had to pull a Mike Tyson off and crashed up

Look too good and you come through the hood then a stupid motherfucker get his ass stopped

Give me ten birds I'll wrap the town, nigga push up in the back of ?

Graduated class cause all I need is math in the school of hard knocks, no cap & gown

Riding around with Scooter, with my top down let them see the hooters

Road killers you can get shooters, eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers

Riding dirty on Pete street, come by yourself when you meet me

Make one call to my nigga young street you gone have them young killers with the street heat

With the street heat, you gone have them young killers with the street heat

Either that nigga or you see a black nigga riding by in Lamborghinis going beep beep

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]

Gotta sell this dope, Gotta off these bails, can't trust these niggas (naw)

You trap with us I guarantee you'd see life different

Them bricks you got ain't nothing to me nigga I done did it

Them hector stories them road runner trips I really live it

My Cuban bitch she blessed me daddy got them chickens (Isabella), that's why I fuck with Jimmy he a real street nigga

I up my show money went and bought some pistols, jugg house full of white like everyday was Christmas

Gotta count this money gotta check these plugs gotta wrap these chickens, if it ain't bout no money nigga I ain't with it

I count on these beats and I know you feel it (Count Up!), black amigo young scooter real boss nigga

[Hook: Future]

Thanks to moneymotivated94 for correcting these lyrics