Ft. Future, Meek Mill & Wale

[Hook: Future]

Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go

No games? no games? no games?
Can't play no games with these ^!$$%s
Can't play no games with these hoes

They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no?
[Bridge: Future & Rick Ross]

It ain't no bottles on your table, #~!!@ boy, go get your guap up
(^!$$%s slide? ^!$$%s ride?)
Hustlin' is a habit and we may not see tomorrow

(^!$$%s wanna take mine, huh? %#@!?)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
The world is yours, I've got 'em callin' me Tony

Double M on the top, ^!$$%, we bigger than Sony
If you step on my toes, I'll write your name on my wall (boss)
He claim he a soldier, fold up this flag for his momma

I've got gold in my blood, born the son of a king
I'm as real as they come, Lord, it's a wonderful dream
On the farm 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 ^!$$%s, better go ask the freaks

Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows?
They say it's suspicious all of this money I found
Go give me the crown, you ^!$$%s been in denial

We the hottest ^!$$%s out, my ^!$$% Kanye'll vouch
The devil in a dress ? Rozay in the chest
Pusha it to the limit, it's a OG in the flesh

Countach on the prowl, Lamborghinis I fiend
Ferrari addiction, (*##$, it's a wonderful thing
I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean

?Mastermind? on the way, top of 2014
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Petticoat is in that Rafe
Heard they said I look like steak
All these $#&@in' $$# fish ? ^!$$%s, take a look at my face

I was never known for rentin'
Nah, gon' and take a look at my place
Paper taggin' when I mash, glide, do it like a ^!$$% 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

Pimpin' these hoes like Joseline ? ?Why you do that, Stevie??
I play no games with these (*##$es, 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 phoney
You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you're salty
You want your cornbread?

Give me that, give me that, give me that!
^!$$%s, that's old bread
Spendin' that, flippin' that, get it back with my old heads

Small face hundred, my ^!$$%, we call that more bread
You don't want me goin' in (Meek Mill)
[Hook: Future]

[Verse 3: Wale]
^!$$%s talkin' reckless, but they barely movin' records
^!$$%s talkin' Rayful, but can't even move a pebble

?BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!?
?BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!?
They shootin' at whoever

Look ? ain't tryna be no killer
But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me
'Duce or that Remy ? quit 'em if they linger

You give 'em Jordan feet
I give these hoes one time, no finger
?BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!?

Too raw for these ^!$$%s
Wale Folarin, I'm playin' 'em all
Like A-Rod to these ^!$$%s

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 Mardi Gras, hoe
And I heard your boy just came home

So we down in Florida, Joe
We're ain't playin' no more
I'm finna bully you artists being incognito
[Hook: Future]