Jay-z - The Devil Is A Lie lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Masterminds! We gon' get this forever You know whenever we link up, my n***a They think this sh** comes from outer space or something n***a, let's get this money n***a Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Four stacks for the heels on my b**h feet Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece Say a n***a name and the car start n***a switching lane to lane like WalMart Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux Hazard lights flashing on the four-door Switch the Benzo for the Enzo Back to the Benzo when the ends low Switch my old b**h for my new b**h Cause my new b**h something like a nympho f** the game raw when I came in it Getting money ever since I came in it You couldn't stop me if you tried Motherf**er cause the devil is a lie [Hook: Rick Ross] Big guns and big whips Rich n***a talkin' big sh** Double cup, gold wrist Double up on that blow, b**h Two mil on that I-95 Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithes Opposition want me dead or alive Motherf**er but the devil is a lie The devil is a lie, b**h I'm the truth The devil is a lie, b**h I'm the proof The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie b**h I'm alive, the devil is a lie [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Two kings on the big screen n***as seen a 36 at 16 100k for the 16 n***a's stick dirty but his dick clean My money goin' on the deep end Talkin' half a milli for the weekend Contract like a n***a play defense Curtains in the Maybach b**h peek in Now the b**hes wanna car hop 6 cribs for the cars in the car lot Dope boys on the goal n***a Went gold 6 times for a goal n***a Black bottle and a bad b**h Club all money where the cash is Dubai I can do it like a sheikh Top floor n***a Burj Khalifa [Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction Is Hova atheist? I never f** with True Religion Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin' Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin' That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side Coulda got black list for the crack sh** White jesus in my crock pot I mix the sh** with some soda Now black jesus turn water to wine And all I had to do was turn the stove up East Coast, winnin' at life, n***a, cheat code The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people Devil want these n***as hate they own kind Gotta be illuminati if a n***a shine Oh we can't be a n***a if a n***a rich? Oh we gotta be the devil that's some n***a sh** You seen what I did to the stop and frisk Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the b**h Give the money to the hood, now we all win Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM Black hoodie, black skully Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully Gettin white money but I'm still black All these n***as claiming king but I'm still that King Hova, Mansa Musa Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya [Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]