Respect The Game Lyrics - Meek Mill

Yah 

Big bag, got 'em big mad 

A nigga gettin' to some money 

And his bitch bad 

Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag 

I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh 

Ask a nigga in my hood 

He go and said it on stand 

And when them situations came 

I came out like a champ 

When it was pourin' down rain and 

I came out of it damp 

But now it's champagne showers 

When we poppin' the champ', ugh 

We dodged all the feds and they traps 

Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats 

Stand tall, point a finger, never that 

I knew a nigga had it all 

Went to the B and get it back 

That's why I'm humble as ever 

And I rumble whatever 

Don't chase hoes 'cause 

They come with this cheddar 

I seen my man girl start actin' 

Bougie when he fuck up his cheddar 

Before you knew it, niggas was 

Fuckin' her better 

I knew about it and I- 

Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever 

But when I told him 

He went runnin' to tell her, damn 

Remember I was down bad 

I'm talkin' under the cellar 

Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas 

For the rain and all the pain that we been through 

If you don't feed your wolves 

They gon' put you on the menu 

That's why I be with family 

And some bulls that I been knew 

If money determined loyalty 

We'd cut you with a Ginsu 

Now I go against you, facts 

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Rule number one, 

Never count your homie pockets 

Thinkin' you deserve it 

Rule number two, never trust a bitch 

That'll fuck you for some purses 

Rule number three 

Save you some of that money 

Shit you better stop splurgin' 

'Cause when it's all said and 

Done and you back at 

The bottom, they gon' treat you 

Like you worthless 

Respect the game 

Photos 

Fuck the fame 

We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain 

Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan 

You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane 

Just hold your composure 

I seen this shit happen over and over 

That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over 

That ain't real money 

That's bill money, buy a Rollie 

Get a wheel money 

Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money 

Now you tapped out and got no appeal money 

Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong 

But when you had that money 

You could've put niggas on 

And the moment they put cuffs on you 

Your bitch was gone 

Student of the game 

I'm just ahead of my class 

I'm that nigga 

But I never got my head up my ass 

You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad 

And you won't never catch me frontin' 

'Cause I'm used to bein' second to last 

Respect the game 

Rule number one, 

Never count your homie 

Pockets thinkin' you deserve it 

Rule number two, never trust a 

Bitch that'll fuck you for some purses 

Rule number three, 

Save you some of that money 

Shit you better stop splurgin' 

'Cause when it's all said 

And done and you back at 

The bottom, they gon' treat you 

Like you worthless 

Respect the game