On One

[Produced by Isabella Summers] [Verse 1: Game] Look stop going through my cellphone (Please), bae trippin', I don't know what the hell wrong Bae dippin' she on some shit I got her Louis luggage packed for the longest trip I'm like girl, you ain't my baby mama (no), you ain't my girlfriend (no) All up in the club, niggas tryna fuck Holdin' bottles up, get you caught up in that whirlwind I text her like "King what you doing?" [Hook: King Marie] I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (I hate that I ever met you, I hate that I ever met you) Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one Damn it boy I hate you so much (I hate that I ever me you) [Verse 2: King Marie] You can blame yourself, for doing it to me Damn I hate you so much, got me feeling like Kelis Yeah, there's so many girls, to my left and my right If I get one more drink, I'mma switch to the other side [Hook] [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] In the club feelin' nice She bet I roll the dice She give me that wet wet I give her this pipe ooh I fly her out when I be out of town Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud, yeah She give me head on the highway She say her favorite position is sideways, ooh Found out she ain't the only girl Sent me straight to the voicemail I text her with a "fuck you at?" She hit back [Hook] [Verse 4: Game] I know You a dime piece, but I ain't no side piece And who this other nigga? Cause I got my side piece And I got my side chick, replacement killers This baby sittin' Versace You hate me bitch, but wish you sittin' beside me In the 'Gatti, feelin' like Irv when I swerve Watch me murder the curb Bet it murder your mind, she got words for you birds (I'm in the club) [Hook] [Outro Skit] I thought you loved me?! You was my baby! My fuckin' cinnamon apple! My rose! You was always there for me! And you wanna leave me for some fuckin' dumb ass nigga?! For some dumb nigga!