RICK ROSS


No Games Lyrics (ft. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas

[Hook: Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the kitchen, p*ssy niggas merry christmas
Bitches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
Say a nigga name you know you f*cking with them killers
Walking through the club only salute the real niggas
Ain't no bottles on your table, p*ssy boy go get your wallet
Hoes don't credit p*ssy so you can't pay her tomorrow
Bitch just bought a house she can't afford to run her mouth
I run the game, not just the South
Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling
Counting all this paper, no games with these p*ssy niggas
Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes
Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Can't play no games with these lames, I'm getting money like Tony
Three chains on my neck these bitches brushin' up on it
Hundred grand on my watch, you don't feel me then f*ck 'em
If you playin' with work, we either feed 'em or touch 'em
I play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show
Fed follow a nigga like it's a brick at a show
VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
Ho know we f*ckin', so don't even ask him
I play no games at the bar, all I see is Ciroc
Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car
No love for these... we party and f*ck 'em
Every day is a party so every day we like f*ck 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas sellin' dope just tryin' to come up in the game
Say it's for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain
Niggas go to self when they get caught up in the fame
Run back to a nigga when them shots get to sprayin'
(BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!)
Now we holdin' hands
Success another gamble, bitch I took a chance
Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
Then I got a Porsche, my bitch wanted a Bentley

[Hook]



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Songwriter(s): Kevin Crowe, William Roberts, Nayvadius Wilburn, Kenneth Bartolomei, Erik Ortiz

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