Game - Shooter Kahlon & Sidhu Moose Wala

Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money That rap money, niggaz get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases Fuck a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen fakers Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin' Cause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient, but I want Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")

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I wanna be your end game I wanna be your first string I wanna be your A-Team I wanna be your end game, end game Big reputation, big reputation Oh, you and me, we got big reputations Ah, and you heard about me Ooh, I got some big enemies Big reputation, big reputation Oh, you and me would be a big conversation Ah, and I heard about you Ooh, you like the bad ones too You so dope, don't overdose I'm so stoked, I need a toast We do the most I'm in the Ghost like I'm whipping a boat I got a reputation, girl, that don't precede me (yeah) I'm one call away, whenever you need me (yeah) I'm in a G5, come to the A-Side (yeah) I got a bad boy persona, it's what they like (what they like) You love it, I love it too 'cause you my type (you my type) You hold me down and I protect you with my life (my life) I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be Just another ex-love you don't wanna see I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) Like the other girls do I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be Drinking on a beach with you all over me I know what they all say (I know what they all say) But I ain't trying to play I wanna be your end game (end game) I wanna be your first string (first string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game Knew her when I was young Reconnected when we were little bit older Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders Reputation precedes me, in rumors I'm knee deep The truth is it's easier to ignore it, believe me Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long And you understand the good and bad end up in the song For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny But after the storm, something was born on the 4th of July Our past days were the fun, this end game is the one With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be Just another ex-love you don't wanna see I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) Like the other girls do I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be Drinking on a beach with you all over me I know what they all say But I ain't trying to play I wanna be your end game (end game) I wanna be your first string (wanna be your first string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations Ah, and you heard about me Ooh, I got some big enemies Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation Ah, and I heard about you Ooh, you like the bad ones too I hit you like bang We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy I swear I don't love the drama It loves me And I can't let you go Your hand prints on my soul It's like your eyes are liquor It's like your body is gold You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks So here's the truth from my red lips I wanna be your end game (end game) I wanna be your first string (first string) I wanna be your A-Team (be your A-Team now) I wanna be your end game, end game I wanna be your end game (oh, I do) I wanna be your first string (first string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta