Meek Mill - Respect The Game (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Respect The Game (en) Lyrics
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Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money
and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck
with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I
don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he
go and said it on stand
And when them situations came,
I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain
and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when
we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went
to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever,
and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they
come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie
when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas
was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I
felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went
runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm
talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come
with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain
that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they
gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and
some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty,
we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts
Rule number one, never count your homie
pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch
that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you
some of that money, shit you
better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and
you back at the bottom, they gon'
treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your
watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Zane
You feelin' yourself, I know
you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen
this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand
holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie,
get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer,
take a deal money
Now you tapped out and
got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas
done did you wrong
But when you had that money you
could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs
on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm
just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never
got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me
frontin' 'cause I'm used to
bein' second to last
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