Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Games We Play , by - Pusha T. Release date: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Games We Play |
| Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em |
| In elevator condos, on everything I love |
| This ain’t a wave or phase, cause all that shit fades |
| This lifestyle’s forever when you made |
| They tweet about the length I made 'em wait, what the fuck you expect |
| When a nigga got a cape and he’s great? |
| Oven’s full of cakes that he bakes, still spreading paste |
| The love just accentuates the hate |
| This is for my bodybuilding clients moving weight |
| Just add water, stir it like a shake |
| Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith |
| Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race |
| These are the games we play, we are the names they say |
| This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes |
| To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your Rae |
| This is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days |
| And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches |
| They try to coexist, end up wishing you’d die, bitches |
| Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party |
| No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody |
| You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouder |
| And we don’t need a globe to show you the world is ours |
| We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold |
| My numbers lookin' like a bank code |
| These are the games we play, we are the names they say |
| This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes |
| Ain’t no stoppin' this champagne from poppin' |
| The draws from droppin', the law from watchin' |
| With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options |
| Caviar facials remove the toxins |
| This ain’t for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters |
| Who grew up on legends from outer Yonkers |
| Influenced by niggas Straight Outta Compton, the scale never lies |
| I’m 2.2 incentivized |
| If you ain’t energized like the bunny for drug money |
| Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy |
| This ain’t really for you, this is for the Goya Montoya |
| Who said I couldn’t stop, then afforded me all the lawyers |
| The only kingpin who ain’t sinkin' |
| Chess moves, that means my third eye ain’t blinkin' |
| Stay woke, nigga, or get out |
| Still pull them whips out, still spread the chips out |
| Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out |
| The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out |
| These are the games we play, we are the names they say |
| This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes, yah! |