Meek Mill - Respect The Game lyrics

[Verse 1] Yah Big bag, got 'em big mad A n***a gettin' to some money and his b**h bad Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh Ask a n***a 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 n***as can't be us 'cause they rats Stand tall, point a finger, never that I knew a n***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 girl start actin' bougie when he f** up his cheddar Before you knew it, n***as was f**in' 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 [Chorus] Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a b**h that'll f** you for some purses Rule number three, save you some of that money, sh** 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 [Verse 2] f** the fame We millionaires f** your watch and lil' chain n***as disappear as quick as Lil Xan You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane Just hold your composure, I seen this sh** 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 n***as done did you wrong But when you had that money you could've put n***as on And the moment they put cuffs on you, your b**h was gone Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my cla** I'm that n***a, but I never got my head up my a** 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 [Chorus] Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a b**h that'll f** you for some purses Rule number three, save you some of that money, sh** 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