Chords for Meek Mill - Respect The Game [Official Audio]

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[Bm] Big bad got him big mad A nigga getting [F#m] to some money in his bitch [D] bag
Jumping out the roast truck with the temp tag I'm getting money, I don't get mad
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[Bm] Ask a nigga in my hood, he gon' say that I'm stamped
And when them [F#m] situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pouring down rain and I came out of the damp
But now it's champagne showers when we popping the champ
We got all them fads 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 B and
get it back That's why I'm humble as ever
And I remember whatever Don't chase hoes cause they come with the
cheddar I seen my [C#m] man girl start acting bougie when
he fuck [F#m] up his cheddar Before you knew it, niggas was fucking her
better I knew about [D] it and I wanted to tell him
I felt funny as ever But when I told him he went running a teller
Damn, [C#] remember I was damn [F#m] bad, I'm talking under the cellar
Now the rose roses come with umbrellas For the rain and all the pain that we've been
through If you don't feed the wolves, they gon' put
you on the menu That's why I be with [C#m] family and some boys
that I've been new If [F#m] money determine loyalty, we cut you with
a guin-sou No, I'll go against [Bm] you, facts
Rule number one, never count your [F#m] homie pockets thinking you deserve it
_ Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
[Bm] _ Rule number three, say you sell that [F#m] money shit, you better stop splurging
Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom
They gon' treat you like you worthless Respect the gang, fuck the fame
We [D] millionaires, fuck you out your little chain [C#m] Niggas disappear quick as Lil' [F#m] Zane
You feeling yourself, I know you got a little lame
I told you, I could pull you I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple [D] hundred thousand holding you over That ain't [C#m] real money, that's bill money
Buy a [F#m] Rollie, get a real money Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out, ain't got no appeal money Calling home like niggas didn't did you [C#] wrong
But when you had that [F#m] money, you could've put niggas on
And the moment that they put cuffs on you, your bitch was [D] gone
Student at a game, I'm just ahead of my class I'm [Bm] that nigga, but I never got my head on my [C#m] ass
You doing good, but I'm ready for [F#m] bad And you won't never catch me fronting
Cause I'm used to being second to [Bm] last Respect the gang, fuck the fame
Rule number one, never count your [F#m] homie pockets thinking you deserve it
_ Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
[Bm] _ Rule number three, say you send [F#m] that money shit, you better stop splurging
Cause when it's all said and done, and you back at the bottom
They gonna treat you like you worthless [D] Respect the gang _ _ _ _ _ _
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