conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Games (Remix) with the following description: The remix to the first MasterMind single, No Games. The song features MMG lieutenants Meek Mill and Wale.
  
  https://twitter.com/rickyrozay/statuses/407929141636628480 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Say no names, play no games
  Ain't no bottles on yo table, pussy boy go, hey, yo gwalla
  Remix, untouchable empire, yours truly
  (We some rich ass niggas and surrounded by these models)
  MasterMind, Meek Milly, Wale
  My vehicle foreign, I'm buried in foreign
  Three rich young niggas, and Future, rich young niggas
  And I go hard for that paper
  [Chorus: Future]
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No games, no games, no games
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no games
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Huh? Remix, remix (Woop)
  We got the streets screamin', God loose
  Game on base, no sitter (Huh?)
  Look we the shit! We the shit (Huh?)
  Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
  Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your gwolla
  Niggas slide, niggas ride, huh?
  Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
  Niggas wanna take mine? Check
  The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony
  Double M on the top, nigga we bigger than Sony
  If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall
  He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma
  I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king
  I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream
  On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran
  We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don
  Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats
  We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks
  Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows
  They say it's suspicious all this money I found
  Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial
  We the hottest niggas out, my nigga Kanye'll vouch
  The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest
  Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh
  Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend
  Ferrari addiction bitch it's a wonderful thing
  I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean
  Mastermind on the way, top of 2014 [Chorus: Future]
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No games, no games, no games
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no games
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Okay! Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak
  All these fuckin' ass fish, nigga take a look at my face
  I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate
  Paper taggin' when I mash, glide, do it like a nigga on skates
  I don't even think they see me, hoes disappear, Houdini
  I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie
  If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV
  Pimping these hoes like Joseline, "why you do that Stevie?"
  Play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
  I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni
  Bout them collard greens all these rappers be acting phony
  You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty
  You want your cornbread?
  Give me that, give me that, get me that, niggas that's old bread
  Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads
  Small face hundred, my nigga we call that more bread
  You don't want me goin' in! Meek Milly [Chorus: Future]
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No games, no games, no games
  Can't play no games with these niggas
  Can't play no games with these hoes
  They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no games
  [Verse 3: Wale]
  Uh.. niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records
  Niggas talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble
  Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Woo, duck)
  Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
  They shootin' at whoever
  Look, I ain't tryna be no killer
  But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me
  D'Ussé on that Rémy, quit 'em if they linger
  You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers
  Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
  Too raw for these niggas
  Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all
  Like A-Rod to these niggas
  And I pick 'em apart with that flow
  And my car beyond what y'all drove
  And I got a few top optional, every night is Mardi Gras, ho!
  And I heard your boy this scared ho
  So we down in Florida Joe we ain't playing no more
  I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito [Outro: Future]
  Ain't no bottles on your table, pussy boy go get your gwalla
  (Remix! Remix! Remix!)
  Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow
  (DJ's all around the world, Double MG, le'go)
  Ain't no bottles on yo table, pussy boy go hey yo gwalla
  (MasterMind, Double M, Tracy T, Fat Trel, Stalley - WHOOO!)
  We some rich ass niggas and surrounded by these models
  My vehicle foreign (we the richest) I'm buried in foreign (WHOO! Let get it, get it)
  I put all that on ery'thang (get it, get it),  my niggas is some savages (WHOO! Get it, get it - BANG!)