[Intro: Future]
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
Can't play no games with these [bad word] 
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these [bad word]  they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these [bad word] 

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the kitchen, [bad word] niggas Merry Christmas
 [bad word] taking pictures cause we keep on getting richer
Say a [bad word] name you know you [bad word] with them killers
Walking through the club only salute the real niggas
Ain't no bottles on your table, [bad word] boy go get your gwolla
Hoes don’t credit [bad word] so you can’t pay her tomorrow
 [bad word] just bought a house she can't afford [bad word] her mouth
 [bad word] all these fields, [bad word] the game, not just the South
Bow down to the biggest, Belaire I be spilling
Counting all this paper, no games with these [bad word] niggas
Double M, we poppin', shoppin' buying new clothes
Heard your [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] #39; up on it
Hundred grand on my watch, you don’t feel me then [bad word] '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 [bad word] like it’s a brick at a show
VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
Ho know we [bad word] #39;, 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 [bad word] 'em
Every day is a party so every day we like [bad word] ‘em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas sellin’ dope just tryin’ [bad word] up in the game
Say it’s for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain
Niggas go for self when they caught up in the fame [bad word] back to a [bad word] when them shots get to sprayin’
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
Now we holdin' hands
Success another gamble, [bad word] I took a chance
Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
Then I got a Porsche, my [bad word] wanted a Bentley