[Intro: Future]
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s, they're so fake and they phony

Can't play no games with these (*##$es, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s


[Hook: Future]
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s

Can't play no games with these (*##$es
Can't play no games with these (*##$es
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s, they're so fake and they phony

Can't play no games with these (*##$es, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s
Can't play no games with these (*##$es


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the kitchen, #~!!@ ^!$$%s Merry Christmas

(*##$es taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
Say a ^!$$% name you know you $#&@ing with them killers
Walking through the club only salute the real ^!$$%s

Ain't no bottles on your table, #~!!@ boy go get your gwolla
Hoes don't credit #~!!@ so you can't pay her tomorrow
(*##$ 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 #~!!@ ^!$$%s

Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes
Heard your %#@! 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 (*##$es brushin' up on it
Hundred grand on my watch, you don't feel me then $#&@ '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
Feds follow a ^!$$% like it's a brick at a show

VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
Ho know we $#&@in', so don't even ask em
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 $#&@ 'em
Every day is a party so every day we like $#&@ 'em


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
^!$$%s sellin' dope just tryin' to come up in the game
Say it's for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain

^!$$%s go for self when they caught up in the fame
Run back to a ^!$$% when them shots get to sprayin'
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

Now we holdin' hands
Success another gamble, (*##$ I took a chance
Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen

Then I got a Porsche, my (*##$ wanted a Bentley

[Hook]