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[Intro: Future] Can’t play no games with these niggas Can’t play no games with these niggas, they’re so fake and phony Can’t play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I’m Tony Can’t play no games with these niggas [Hook: Future] Can’t play no games with these niggas Can’t play no games with these niggas Can’t play no games with these bitches Can’t play no games with these bitches Can’t play no games with these niggas, they’re so fake and 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 [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Kilo in the kitchen, pussy niggas merry christmas Bitches taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer Say a nigga name you know you fucking with them killers Walking through the club only salute the real niggas Ain’t no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your wallet Hoes don’t credit pussy so you can’t pay her tomorrow Bitch just bought a house she can’t afford to run her mouth I run the game, not just the South Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling Letras de cancionesCounting all this paper, no games with these pussy niggas Double M, we poppin’, shoppin’ buying new clothes Heard your shit keep flopping and your crib got foreclosed [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 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 fuck ‘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’ Ho know we fuckin’, 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… we party and fuck ‘em Every day is a party so every day we like fuck ‘em [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] 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 [Hook] From Letras Mania