No Games (remix) Lyrics - Rick Ross

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 

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 

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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! 

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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