Respect the Game

Yeah

Big bad got 'em big mad

A **** 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, uh

Ask a **** in my hood, he gon' say that I'm stamped

And when them situations came, I came out like a champ

When it was pourin' down rainin', I came out of it damp

But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', uh

We dodged all the feds and they traps

**** can't be us 'cause they rats

Stand tall, point a finger, never that

I knew a **** 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's girl start actin' bougie when he fucked up his cheddar

Before you know it, **** 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

Know I'd 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

**** 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 bail 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 **** done did you wrong

But when you had that money you could've put **** on

And the moment that they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone

Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class

I'm that ****, but I never got my head up my ass

I'm 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

Respect the game

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