(feat. Future)
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[Intro: Future]
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
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Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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[Hook: Future]
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these bitches
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Can't play no games with these bitches
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Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and phony
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Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
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Can't play no games with these niggas
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Can't play no games with these bitches
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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Kilo in the kitchen, pussy niggas merry christmas
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Bitches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
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Say a nigga name you know you fucking with them killers
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Walking through the club only salute the real niggas
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Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your wallet
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Hoes don¡¯t credit pussy so you can¡¯t pay her tomorrow
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Bitch just bought a house she can't afford to run her mouth
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[?] I run the game, not just the South
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Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling
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Counting all this paper, no games with these pussy niggas
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Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes
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Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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Can¡¯t play no games with these lames, I¡¯m getting money like Tony
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Three chains on my neck these bitches brushin' up on it
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Hundred grand on my watch, you don¡¯t feel me then fuck 'em
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If you playin' with work, we either feed 'em or touch 'em
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I play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show
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Fed follow a nigga like it¡¯s a brick at a show
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VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
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Ho know we fuckin', so don¡¯t even ask him
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I play no games at the bar, all I see is Ciroc
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Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car
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No love for these skeezers, we party and fuck 'em
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Every day is a party so every day we like fuck ¡®em
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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Niggas sellin¡¯ dope just tryin¡¯ to come up in the game
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Say it¡¯s for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain
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Niggas go to self when they get caught up in the fame
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Run back to a nigga when them shots get to sprayin¡¯
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(BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!!)
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Now we holdin' hands
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Success another gamble, bitch I took a chance
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Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
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Then I got a Porsche, my bitch wanted a Bentley
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[Hook]
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No Games
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Rick Ross |