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No Games - Remix

[Hook x2: Future]

Can't play no games with these niggas

Can't play no games with these hoes

They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go

No games, no games[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony

Double M on the top, nigga we bigger than Sony

If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall

He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma

I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king

I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream

On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran

We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don

Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats

We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks

Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows (my vows)

They say it's suspicious all this money I found

Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial

We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch

The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest

Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh

Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend

Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing

I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean

Mastermind on the way, top of 2014[Hook][Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak

All these fuckin' ass fish, nigga take a look at my face

I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate

Paper taggin' when I I mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates

I don't even think they see me, hoes disappear, Houdini

I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie

If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV

Pimping these hoes like Joseline, "why you do that Stevie?"

Play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony

I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni

Bout them collard greens all these rappers be acting phony

You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty

You want your cornbread?

Give me that, give me that, niggas that's old bread

Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads

Small face hundred, my nigga we call that more bread

You don't want me goin' in![Hook][Verse 3: Wale]

Niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records

Niggas talking reckful, but can't even move a pebble

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

They shooting at whoever

Look, I ain't tryna be no killer

But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me

Duce on that remi, quit 'em if they linger

You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

Too raw for these niggas

Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all

Like A-Rod to these niggas

And I pick 'em apart with that flow

And my car beyond what y'all drove

And I got a few top optional, every night is Marti Gras, ho!

And I heard your boy this scared ho

So we down in Florida yo, we ain't playing no more

I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito[Hook]

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