Married To The Game lyrics

[Intro:]
You know, I'm really sick of this sh*t
Ever since I hooked up with you I've been on my business
I think we need to go and jump this bro, you know what I'm talkin bout?
To the green, you see it?

[Verse 1:]
I wake up every morning, thank God for the hustle
Like Barack and Michelle this a presidential hustle
Plus I'm married to the hustle, every day like 100 move
Counterfeit leach, strip club, call me tycoon
Love her like my kids, ain't a think come between us
She's the love of my life, without a dollar, perfect wife
Treat her good, she treat me good, celebrate every night
I keep her on my mind, on the hustle, on my grind
She a blow a n*gga mind like a shot of pure caine
I done had plenty pus*y but this b*tch ain't the same
You go ran up in my spot, tryna one out with my chain
Hot sensation in yo head, that's a bullet in yo brain
I'd kill for this b*tch

[Interlude:]
I'm just sayin I mean
Motherf*cker f*ck with you
Then that's f*ckin with me
You know what I'm sayin?
So... I mean... this sh*t til death do us part
I mean real talk
I don't see no way out this sh*t
It's us
[Verse 2:]
It was love at first sight when my homie hooked us up
My girl stay in the street but she far from the slugs
She be cookin in the kitchen, you could smell her through the vent
Our love so unconditional she pay my mama rent
Lord knows that I love her, street blessing heaven sent
She'll crush when I broke you other hoes irrelevant
Everything a n*gga got she broke her back to help me get
Let me see the bigger picture, f*ck you n*ggas let's get riches
She got a diarrhea swag, baby keep me on my sh*t
Remedy and my medicine, what my pockets see
If you playin with my money then you playin with my b*tch
I don't fight over hoes but I'd kill for this b*tch

[Outro:]
You know, I'd fight a war
But the thing is, you know
If a n*gga f*ckin with you they f*ckin with me
You know what I'm sayin?
I mean we won
I mean you the one got me on
A motherf*ck put they hands on you
They f*ck with us
I mean I'm really gone all the way up
I mean cause, I think we runnin round here f*cked up
I mean you got my n*gga ridin in motherf*ckin Phantoms and sh*t
Lamborghinis and sh*t
Mercedes Benz
f*ck I look like going back to old school?
You know I'm talkin bout?