Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Games , by - Money Boss PlayersRelease date: 31.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Games |
| Man, you sure you’re gettin money, B you ain’t gettin a dime |
| Y’all niggas is petty crooks, snatchin chains and pocket books |
| Who you been wit? |
| (Jive ass, money-go motherfuckers) |
| In this ghetto jurisdiction, some niggas are solid, while others are |
| Science fiction |
| Well respected, I’m connected to the roots and the trees, me familia’s |
| Thick |
| Flippin ki’s, dangerous, stay on top of broken ank-les |
| Kickin ghetto wit spang-les, so all places new to the game |
| MVP’s down to earth, niggas talkin 'bout ki’s |
| They gotta grab theirs first while my crew sittin |
| Sippin Cristal, puffin spinach in my villa |
| Money Boss nigga, bigger than your biggest coke dealer |
| We be the outspoken, no one hoes like calibre |
| Metal like Metallica, so cock your Mac 11's if your wit me |
| You ain’t sellin shit and you ain’t doin shit |
| You kills me, coke’s is steppin stones to big cars and homes |
| Impress me and buy a half brick o' D |
| Uptown NY, makin MVP’s |
| (There's only three ways out, so how you wanna play?) |
| If it ain’t real, it ain’t right |
| Grown men playing teenage games |
| Don’t gotta say no names |
| Musicians wanna be gangstas |
| Gangstas wanna be musicians |
| Two sides on all positions |
| So be what you witness |
| My everyday, seen a pocket full of green |
| As the sun beams on the QB and make it gleam |
| C notes and half Amir’s, break off and rubber bands |
| Jump and touch a class window, blacked out, black era |
| Is there a common wealth? |
| Twistin up a 20 for delf |
| If your AG’s then seize my peeps with the wealth |
| All players, big willies, big spenders and hustlers |
| Dice game, Five-0 break it up, wanna ??? |
| Make some moves with this crab nigga |
| I knew he was a fake nigga |
| Got knocks, snitched up, switched up |
| Started turning state, caught a case |
| And I thought court offenders make the best story sayers |
| Money Boss Players |
| So you’s a hustler, you ain’t a hustler, you’s a gangsta |
| I bet’cha, and if you had cash would I sweat’cha? |
| You’re buggin, my street dialect ain’t soggin |
| Absolute, no jive, aiyo busters start in five |
| Don’t fuck with them and those cos they shallow |
| Chocolate weed be on my breath coppin Nike Air apparell |
| Comin thru blocks, rippin shit up like a vandal |
| We all can’t play, some of us face sport and Kangol |
| Roll dice, I’m nice, sippin half pints of courage |
| I heard, sellin coke is the only way to flourish |
| If the God ain’t got it, the God ain’t spendin |
| Po' niggas still po', them niggas they livin splendid |