Rick Ross - No Games lyrics

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Can’t play no games with these niggas

They so fake and they phone

Can’t play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I’m Tony

Can’t play no games with these niggas, noo

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Can’t play no games with these niggas

Can’t play no games with these niggas

Can’t play no games with these n bitches

Can’t play no games with these bitches.

Can’t play no games with these niggas, they so fake and they 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.

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

Ain’t no bottles on your table, p**sy boy go get your wallet

Hoes don’t credit p**sy so you can’t pay her tomorrow

Bitch just bought a house she can’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 poppin’, shoppin’ buying new clothes

Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed

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Can’t play no games with these niggas

Can’t play no games with these niggas

Can’t play no games with these n bitches

Can’t play no games with these bitches.

Can’t play no games with these niggas, they so fake and they 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.

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’

Hoe 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 skeezers we party and f*ck ‘em

Every day is a party so every day we like f*ck ‘em

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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

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