Future - Hook:
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these hoes
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They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
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No games, no games
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these hoes
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They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
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No games, no games
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[Rick Ross:]
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The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony
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Double M on the top, nigga we bigger than Sony
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If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall
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He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma
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I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king
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I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream
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On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran
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We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don
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Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats
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We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks
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Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows (my vows)
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They say it's suspicious all this money I found
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Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial
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We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch
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The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest
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Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh
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Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend
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Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing
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I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean
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Mastermind on the way, top of 2014
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[Hook:]
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[Meek Mill:]
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Petticoat is in that Rafe
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Heard her say I look like steak
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All these fuckin' ass fish, nigga take a look at my face
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I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate
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Paper taggin' when I I mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates
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I don't even think they see me, hoes disappear, Houdini
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I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie
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If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV
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Pimping these hoes like Joseline, "why you do that Stevie?"
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Play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
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I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni
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Bout them collard greens all these rappers be acting phony
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You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty
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You want your cornbread?
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Give me that, give me that, niggas that's old bread
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Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads
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Small face hundred, my nigga we call that more bread
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You don't want me goin' in!
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[Hook:]
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[Wale:]
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Niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records
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Niggas talking reckful, but can't even move a pebble
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BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
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BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
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They shooting at whoever
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Look, I ain't tryna be no killer
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But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me
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Duce on that remi, quit 'em if they linger
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You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers
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BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
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Too raw for these niggas
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Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all
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Like A-Rod to these niggas
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And I pick 'em apart with that flow
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And my car beyond what y'all drove
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And I got a few top optional, every night is Marti Gras, ho!
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And I heard your boy this scared ho
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So we down in Florida yo, we ain't playing no more
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I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito
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[Hook:]
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No Games (Remix)
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Rick Ross |