Rick Ross - No Games Lyrics

CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
They so fake and they phone
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches, they treat me like IÂ’m Tony
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas, noo

Hook:
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these n bitches
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches.
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas, they so fake and they phony
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches, they treat me like IÂ’m Tony
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches.


Kilo in the kitchen, p**sy niggas Merry Christmas
Bitches taking pictures ‘cause we keep on getting richer
Say a nigga name, you know you f*ckin with them killers
Walkin through the club, only salute the real niggas
AinÂ’t no bottles on your table, p**sy boy go get your wallet
Hoes donÂ’t credit p**sy so you canÂ’t pay her tomorrow
Bitch just bought a house she canÂ’t afford to run her mouth
I run all these fields, 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**sy niggas
Double M, we poppinÂ’, shoppinÂ’ buying new clothes
Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed

Hook:
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these n bitches
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches.
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas, they so fake and they phony
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches, they treat me like IÂ’m Tony
CanÂ’t play no games with these niggas
CanÂ’t play no games with these bitches.

CanÂ’t play no games with these lames, IÂ’m getting money like Tony
Three chains on my neck these bitches brushinÂ’ 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 itÂ’s a brick at a show
VIP choppa, Rollie be matchinÂ’
Hoe know we f*ckinÂ’, so donÂ’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 skeezers we party and f*ck ‘em
Every day is a party so every day we like f*ck ‘em

[Hook:]

Niggas sellinÂ’ dope just tryinÂ’ to come up in the game
Say itÂ’s for the fam but spendinÂ’ 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 sprayinÂ’
Bang bang bang bang bang, now we holdinÂ’ 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

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