Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect the Game, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respect the Game |
| Yah |
| 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 gon' say that I’m stamped |
| 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 bing, 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 buls 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 |
| 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 |