[Intro: Rick Ross]
Say no names, play no games
Ain't no bottles on yo table, pussy boy go, hey, yo gwalla
Remix, untouchable empire, yours truly
(We some rich ass n***as and surrounded by these models)
MasterMind, Meek Milly, Wale
My vehicle foreign, I'm buried in foreign
Three rich young n***as, and Future, rich young n***as
And I go hard for that paper

[Chorus: Future]
Can't play no games with these n***as
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 n***as
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, no, no, no, no, no games

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Huh? Remix, remix (Woop)
We got the streets screamin', God loose
Game on base, no sitter (Huh?)
Look we the shit! We the shit (Huh?)
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your gwolla
N***as slide, n***as ride, huh?
Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
N***as wanna take mine? Check
The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony
Double M on the top, n***a we bigger than Sony
If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall
He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma
I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king
I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream
On the phone 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 n***as, better go ask them freaks
Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows
They say it's suspicious all this money I found
Go give me the crown, you n***as been in denial
We the hottest n***as out, my n***a Kanye'll vouch
The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest
Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh
Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend
Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing
I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean
Mastermind on the way, top of 2014
[Chorus: Future]
Can't play no games with these n***as
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 n***as
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, no, no, no, no, no games

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Okay! Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak
All these fuckin' ass fish, n***a take a look at my face
I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate
Paper taggin' when I mash, glide, do it like a n***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
Pimping these hoes like Joseline, "why you do that Stevie?"
Play no games with these bitches, 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 phony
You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty
You want your cornbread?
Give me that, give me that, get me that, n***as that's old bread
Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads
Small face hundred, my n***a we call that more bread
You don't want me goin' in! Meek Milly
[Chorus: Future]
Can't play no games with these n***as
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 n***as
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, no, no, no, no, no games

[Verse 3: Wale]
Uh.. n***as talking reckless, but they barely moving records
N***as talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Woo, duck)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
They shootin' at whoever
Look, I ain't tryna be no killer
But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me
D'Ussé on that Rémy, quit 'em if they linger
You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Too raw for these n***as
Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all
Like A-Rod to these n***as
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, ho!
And I heard your boy this scared ho
So we down in Florida Joe we ain't playing no more
I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito
[Outro: Future]
Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your gwalla
(Remix! Remix! Remix!)
Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
(DJ's all around the world, Double MG, le'go)
Ain't no bottles on yo table, pussy boy go hey yo gwalla
(MasterMind, Double M, Tracy T, Fat Trel, Stalley - WHOOO!)
We some rich ass n***as and surrounded by these models
My vehicle foreign (we the richest) I'm buried in foreign (WHOO! Let get it, get it)
I put all that on ery'thang (get it, get it), my n***as is some savages (WHOO! Get it, get it - BANG!)