2 $hame ft. RTL Rock & Polo 2Time$ Lyrics

No shame in your game, baby, tell me what it is

Always in them hotels, never see you with your kids

Is that for sale or is you always on a trip

I remember when I hit it, damn, that pussy had grip

Had me lookin' crazy how you put the condom on

She said, her and broke niggas do not get along

If you ain't tryna spend, then do not call her phone

I was like, shh, what the fuck these bitches on

Ain't no shame in your game, baby, tell me what it is

I know she was wantin' back shots, cause the bitch was thick

I know she got good neck, cause she talk with a lisp

Ayy, when I met you, you was out here movin' reckless

First time I fucked from the back with my necklace

Up at the short stay, poppin' up with short pay

Put you in the Marriott, had to up your rates

Put me in a mink coat, I made a hundred off each float

Put that neck like I keep scope

It's on me, rock told me go

I never speak on just how well I know your hoe

I never had to fuck around and sell no blow

Made 300 off every Reggie bow

The vacuum seal gon' get rid of the smell for sure

Hit up the plug like it's finished, I need some more

My niggas be gettin' to the bag, we on Milly Rock

OGs tell a nigga that shit got the city hot

Cutty, he can make a couple thousand, that's how any pop

I say shout out to my fiends, they be sendin' me, forgive me nots

Can't forget a job, can't forget the block

I'm talkin' bout that work, how could I forget to stop

Black Robin Hood, how can I forget the stock

Plane' Rolex, how can it forget to toc

If we talkin' bout them bags, we had too many

RTL Cloud Catchers got the crew with me

Tryna name off them flavors, but they never ending

Stop talkin' bout them boxes that you never sending

Rubbed them the wrong way, cause I ain't over friendly

If you provide a address, I can do the sending

Took her down through there, put a dick up in her ribs

Then went to the kitchen, took the fruit snacks from her kids

The way these niggas cappin', man, I think they work for lids

Took a trip with my auntie, told her, stuff it in her wig

Ain't talkin' to the cops, I swear to God, these niggas pigs

I'm a king, I need gold and diamonds in my wrist

Them RTL niggas toss the bag to me like a pitch

All that cappin' and your raps, we all know it don't exist

That's why the bitches think that I'm a dog, cause all my niggas pissed

Swear to God, you better not piss me off, cause I could get you hit

That's why the bitches think that I'm a dog, cause all my niggas pissed me off, cause all my niggas pissed me off