Клип Rick Ross – No Games

Текст песни: [Intro: Future] Can't play no games with these n**gas, Can't play no games with these n**gas, they're 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 n**gas. [Chorus: Future] Can't play no games with these n**gas, Can't play no games with these n**gas, Can't play no games with these bitches, Can't play no games with these bitches, Can't play no games with these n**gas, they're 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 n**gas, Can't play no games with these bitches. [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Kilo in the kitchen, pussy n**gas, Merry Christmas! Bitches takin' pictures ‘cause we keep on gettin' richer, Say a n**ga name, you know, you fuckin' with them killers. Walkin' through the club only salute the real n**gas, 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 all these fields, I run the game, not just the South. Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spillin', Countin' all this paper, no games with these pussy n**gas, Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buyin' new clothes, Heard your shit keep floppin' and your crib got foreclosed. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Can't play no games with these lames, I'm gettin' 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 n**ga like it's a brick at a show. VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin', Ho know we fuckin', so don't even ask ‘em. I play no games at the bar, all I see is Cîroc, Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car, No love for these skeezers, we party and fuck 'em, Every day is a party, so every day we like, fuck ‘em! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] N**gas sellin' dope, just tryin' to come up in the game, Say, it's for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain. N**gas go for self when they caught up in the fame, Run back to a n**ga 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. [Chorus]

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