RICK ROSS ft. MEEK MILL AND ANTHONY HAMILTON - Lamborghini Doors lyrics


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    RICK ROSS ft. MEEK MILL AND ANTHONY HAMILTON - Lamborghini Doors lyrics


     Produced by TARIK AZZOUZ AND STREETRUNNER

    INTRO   (RICK ROSS)
     Real talk
     So when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him
     I'm walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
     Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit
     So when I walk through the door
     The captain tell me, "You can't come in here"
     Okay, cool
     Came back two weeks later, I got access
     Soon as I got on the cell block
     I heard him all the way from down the hallway
     My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, hahahaha

    CHORUS   (MEEK MILL)
     Started off poor with plans to own more
     To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
     Dreamin' of things we can't afford
     But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
     They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
     I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
     I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
     Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, oh

    VERSE 1   (RICK ROSS)
     Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
     I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
     She know I'm livin' reckless lookin' at my necklace
     I'ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures
     Homicides rise as the sun falls
     Watch your dog die as my gun bark
     These helicopters rise for the one in charge
     If I sentence you to die, well that's a hundred shots
     Judge bangin' like a blood, show a nigga love
     Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
     We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
     Where I'm at, you lock your door and you usin' a latch
     Now it's stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
     Stood tall in the feds, don't fold on the fam
     Tryna point me to the money, no holdin' my hand
     Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten

            (MEEK MILL)
     Yeah, uh
     Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'
     Livin' like we hit the lottery, nigga
     I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'
     And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches
     I'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance
     Say what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dick, nigga
     Where you was at when I could've died for this?
     Or die for that? Real nigga, roger that
     Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
     Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
     Talkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool
     Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
     Started out with nothin', now a nigga in a room
     Sweepin' rich bitches off they feet like a broom
     Double-M G, bitch, you know how we move
     Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose

    CHORUS  (ANTHONY HAMILTON)
     I was amazed
     Oh how it turned their heads
     I mastered the game
     Oh how they raised their hands
     Like Lamborghini doors
     We, we're going up
     We, we're going up
     We, we're going up
     Oh so high
     Like Lamborghini doors
     We, we're going up
     We, we're going up
     We, we're going up
     Oh so high
     Like Lamborghini doors

    VERSE 3    (RICK ROSS)
     Uh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
     You bangin' on the boss, the boy'll be a corpse
     I'm steppin' through the door, my back against the wall
     My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
     Love to see a pretty bitch rollin' a wood leaf
     Phone ringin', smilin' like I got some gold teeth
     I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
     I left a chick in NBC out on the NorthEast
     Such a feelin', niggas killin' for my poetry [boss]
     Tryna go back underground, that's once they notice me [boss]
     I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny [never]
     At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him
     You niggas out of style with your weddin' vows
     I still be makin' rounds like I'm Kevin Liles [what up]
     Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out [bring it]
     Them Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin' out

    CHORUS   (MEEK MILL)
     Started off poor with plans to own more
     To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
     Dreamin' of things we can't afford
     But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
     They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
     I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
     I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
     Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, oh
                        

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