No Games
Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill Wale Lyrics
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Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
The world is yours, I got them calling me Tony
Double M on the top, nigga 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 niggas, better go ask them freaks
Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows (my vows)
They say it's suspicious all this money I found
Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial
We the hottest niggas out, my nigga 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
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games
Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak
All these fuckin' ass fish, nigga 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 I mash, glide, do it like a nigga 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, niggas that's old bread
Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads
Small face hundred, my nigga we call that more bread
You don't want me goin' in!
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these hoes
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
No games, no games
Niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records
Niggas talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
They shooting 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 niggas
Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all
Like A-Rod to these niggas
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 Marti Gras, ho!
And I heard your boy this scared ho
So we down in Florida yo, we ain't playing no more
I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito
The lyrics of “No Games” by Rick Ross, featuring Meek Mill, Wale, and Future, convey a message of power and significance in the rap and hip-hop world. Throughout the lyrics, the artists express that they cannot play games with other rappers and women that they encounter in their daily lives. They compare themselves to the Goodfellas, implying that they are a powerful organization that cannot be messed with.
They assert their power and status by rapping about their wealth, fame, and connections to important individuals. For instance, Rick Ross says that the world is his and that people call him Tony, which may be a reference to Tony Montana from Scarface. Additionally, he talks about how he was given his first Quran by Farrakhan, emphasizing his spiritual strength. Meek Mill stresses that he has no issues with killing those who disrespect him, using various metaphors to convey this point. Finally, Wale boasts about the cars he drives and the lifestyle he leads.
Overall, “No Games” is a song that expresses the confidence and strength of the artists featured in it. They are not afraid to assert their power and let others know that they are at the top of their game.
Line by Line Meaning
Can't play no games with these niggas
I can't mess around with these people
Can't play no games with these hoes
I can't play games with women
They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
Everyone treats us with respect
No games, no games
We're serious and not messing around
The world is yours, I got them calling me Tony
I'm successful and well-known
Double M on the top, nigga we bigger than Sony
Our crew is on top and we're better than Sony
If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall
I'll remember if you hurt me
He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma
He's not a real soldier
I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king
I come from royalty
I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream
I'm genuinely myself and living my dreams
On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran
I received a special gift from a respected religious leader
We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don
We prayed together
Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats
We're popular and successful
We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks
We're the ones everyone talks about and admires
Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows (my vows)
I'm cheating on my partner and making false promises
They say it's suspicious all this money I found
People think I acquired my wealth illegally
Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial
I deserve recognition and respect
We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch
Kanye West agrees that we're the leading crew
The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest
I'm the boss of the group
Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh
I'm experienced and respected
Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend
I want and have expensive cars
Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing
I love my Ferrari
I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean
I do drugs for fun
Mastermind on the way, top of 2014
My new album is coming out soon
Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak
I'm fashionable and attractive
All these fuckin' ass fish, nigga take a look at my face
I'm better than those beneath me
I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate
I own and have the best things
Paper taggin' when I I mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates
I drive fast but smoothly
I don't even think they see me, hoes disappear, Houdini
I disappear from women's lives
I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie
I'm powerful and successful
If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV
I'm famous and seen on TV
Pimping these hoes like Joseline, "why you do that Stevie?"
I manipulate and control women like Joseline Hernandez in Love and Hip Hop
Play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
I don't mess around with women because they respect me
I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni
I punish those who betray me
Bout them collard greens all these rappers be acting phony
Other rappers are fake
You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty
You made bad decisions and are now unhappy and resentful
You want your cornbread?
Do you want trouble?
Give me that, give me that, niggas that's old bread
I want your money
Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads
I spend and invest money with my trusted group of friends
Small face hundred, my nigga we call that more bread
Money is never enough for us
You don't want me goin' in!
You don't want to mess with me!
Niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records
Other rappers talk big but don't succeed
Niggas talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble
They're trying to be like Rayful Edmond but can't achieve his success
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Guns being fired
They shooting at whoever
They shoot at anyone on sight
Look, I ain't tryna be no killer
I don't want to cause violence
But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me
I have a lot of people who will fight with me
D'Ussé on that Rémy, quit 'em if they linger
I'll offer you an expensive drink but only if you leave soon
You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers
I'll give you a nice kick but slap women away like Dikembe Mutombo
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Guns being fired
Too raw for these niggas
Other rappers can't handle my realness
Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all
I'm outsmarting other rappers
Like A-Rod to these niggas
I'm better than the others, like Alex Rodriguez is in baseball
And I pick 'em apart with that flow
I'm better at rapping than they are
And my car beyond what y'all drove
My car is better than theirs
And I got a few top optional, every night is Marti Gras, ho!
I have many women and parties in my life
And I heard your boy this scared ho
I heard that you're afraid
So we down in Florida yo, we ain't playing no more
We're in Florida and not messing around
I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito
I'll intimidate other rappers even if they don't know it
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RICK ROSS, OLUBOWALE AKINTEMEHIN, KEVIN CROWE, ERIK ORTIZ, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, ROBERT WILLIAMS, KENNETH BARTOLOMEI
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