No Games (Remix)-Meek Mill/Rick Ross/Wale/Future

[Intro: Rick Ross] Say no names, play no games (Ain't no bottles on yo table, p**sy boy go hey yo gwalla) REMIX! Untouchable Empire, yours truly (We some rich a** niggas and surrounded by these models) MasterMind, Meek Milly, Wale (My vehicle foreign, I'm buried in foreign) Three rich young niggas, and Future, rich young niggas (And I go hard for that paper) [Hook: Future] 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 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 no no no no no no no no no no noooo, no no no no no no - no games HUH! Remix! Remix! (WHOOP!) We got the streets screamin' God loose Game on base, no sitter (HUH!) Look we the sh*t! We the sh*t (HUH!) WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! Ain't no bottles on your table, p**sy boy go get your gwolla (Niggas slide, niggas ride, huh?) Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow (Niggas wanna take mine? Check) The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony Double M on the top, ni**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 niggas, 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 niggas been in denial We the hottest niggas out, my ni**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 b**ch it's a wonderful thing I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean Mastermind on the way, top of 2014 [Hook] Okay! Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak All these f**kin' a** fish, ni**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 ni**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 b**ches, 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, niggas that's old bread Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads Small face hundred, my ni**a we call that more bread You don't want me goin' in! Meek Milly [Hook] Uh.. niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records Niggas talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! WHOOOO~! (Duck!) 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 Joe we ain't playing no more I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito [Outro: Future] Ain't no bottles on your table, p**sy 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, p**sy boy go hey yo gwalla (MasterMind, Double M, Tracy T, Fat Trel, Stalley - WHOOO!) We some rich a** niggas 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 niggas is some savages (WHOO! Get it, get it - BANG!)