[Intro: The Game]
In a world so cold, all we got is each other, so let's go
Thinking maybe you should stay a while, for the night
Girl, maybe you should stay a while, spend your life
'Cause I don't want to be alone
For all the women holding down they man
Let me see your hands if you understand

[Verse 1: The Game]
Every beginning has its end
And every rappers baby mamma has a Benz
So I say it's okay to have friends
Thank the haters 'cause without 'em you ain't shit
Take away the groupies, look at all the haters on my dick
When I sold five mil, all of a sudden I'm not real?
Hit a n***a with the steal now, I'm jeopardizing my deal
Can't please these haters, so I tease these haters
Keep 'em right where I can see 'em 'cause I need these haters
To hate on my wrist, to hate on my bitch
Said I wasn't hood five, so I gave 'em that six
Then I wrote that seven and I already ate
Ain't hungry no more, I got the nine, I'm straight

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I never thought I'd be in this mansion
Or even getting out the ghetto
Growing up in Carson, California
A lot of homies ain't my friends no more
Now I been around the world
And I've been with a lot of girls
And, yeah, I drink 'til a n***a hurl (Hold on, my n***a)
Saturday wake up with a hang over
Two girls in my bed I don't know
Me and my guy, Brother Tyrant Davis
And [?] who ain't here no more
Rest in peace to all my dawgs
This one here's for all of y'all
I keep your picture on my wall
And memories of it all
[Chorus: Ray J]
In the club popping bottles with my homies, now they gone
Man, it feels like yesterday
Waking up two girls up in my bed
Saying let's do it again like yesterday
On the freeway swerving in my drop-top
Haters staring at it but you can't have it
Tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow
And we gon' leave 'em talking 'bout yesterday

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Every Sunday I'm at church with my daddy
Every Saturday I'm out drinking booze
Every Sunday I'm at work in Miami
On the yacht with a bottle of Cîroc
New York to L.A
Give a fuck what a hater say
I do it big, that's the only way
(Ay, ay ay, I just won't two-hundred thousand in Vegas)
When I turned sixteen, I got a drop-top Beamer
And a 4.6 Range Rove
At twenty-one, I had a all white Bentley
Twenty-five, I bought a black Lambo

[Bridge]
Going eighty on the freeway (Eighty on the freeway)
Hundred on a bad day (Hundred on a bad day)
Cruising on a good day
I could say I did it all my way
[Chorus: Ray J & The Game]
In the club popping bottles with my homies, now they gone
Man, it feels like yesterday
Waking up two girls up in my bed
Saying let's do it again like yesterday
On the freeway swerving in my drop-top
Haters staring at it but you can't have it
Tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow
And we gon' leave 'em talking 'bout yesterday
Charles Louboutin, uh

[Verse 4: The Game]
Summer time, winter time, breakfast, dinner time
So far ahead of haters, meet me at the finish line
M.I.A., Chi-town, A.T.L, my town
Follow me on twitter but I can't be tied down
Far from a tug boat, I can't be pulled left, pulled right
Brown-skinned, yellow-bone, all types
Black Wall bandanna, black car, black Phantom
Say she used to fuck with Dre, I call her StatLanta
Compton, Hollywood, intrigued by the fast life
Good girl gone bad, Amber Rose last night
Sun come out, we dumb out, fuck them n***as talking 'bout?
Swagga on a hundred without pulling guns out
Without pulling cars out, bitches pulling they bras out
Without pulling cars out, n***as buying the malls out
Make them haters go blind, don't be Ray
No Jamie Foxx here but you can blame it on the spades
[Outro: Ray J]
Mmm, yesterday
Yeah
Yesterday