"Ain't Fuckin With You"      [Intro]   That T.M. shit, that T.M. shit   Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit   That T.M. shit – Game!      [Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)]   I don't care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day   (I ain't fuckin wit'chu)   You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight   (I ain't fuckin wit'chu)   You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight   (I ain't fuckin wit'chu)   Could be another night, girl, but tonight   (I ain't fuckin wit'chu)      [The Game]   I'm tired of playin your games, you pissin me off   I'm watchin LeBron so holla when this shit go off   You say I be trippin but really it's you that be gone   Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome   I ain't tryin to hear that, I'm just tryin to chill   So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones grill   All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans   Dancin like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50   Tryin to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out   Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse   We used to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out   Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out   Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out   You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin to act out   Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that 'bout?   You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house   Black out      [Chorus]      [The Game]   Bitch, I'm rollin 21's and over   Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range Rover   My neck's so iced out, my wrists so shined up   I make hoes line up, see a pole climb up   Brown sugar or light skin, black or white skin   If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend   Or my one night stand, if she got a nice tan   Before I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand   Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex   Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears' ex   Take her back to the future, I ain't even here yet   And that line was fly, bitch I'm a Leer jet      [Chorus]      [The Game]   Stop playin girl, stop playin   Stop playin girl, stop playin!   Stop playin girl, stop playin   I said stop playin, you better stop playin   'Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that   Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit back   Cause that's what we do, when girls be with the chit-chat   Every mornin on "The View", them girls be with the chit-chat   Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk   I'm old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk   But I'm a gangsta, so I'ma back off   Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that thought   For real      [Chorus]      [Outro]   That T.M. shit, uh-huh, that T.M. shit   Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit   That T.M. shit – Game!