Rick Ross - Hard Piano lyrics

Never trust a b**h who finds love in a camera She will f** you, then turn around and f** a janitor Set the parameters You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live? Look at my new digs The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like 40 The Warhols on my wall paint a war story Had to find other ways to invest Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks It's a nightmare, yeah I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click Art Baselin' the bezel Your bustdown is bust down and don't match the metal Lower level's where you settle at I'm the pot callin' the kettle black Where there's no brick peddles at Between God and where the Devil's at Had to double dutch and double back Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at Exactly what the game's been missin' This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen, Push Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo From Honda Accords to Grammy awards That's where the kings go [Rick Ross:] I can blow a million dollars into dust Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff Pusha know these politics is paradox Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin' I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music) Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked Diamonds drippin' on me, V in Tiffany's All these K-9 units still sniffin' me Ignorance versus the innocence It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat And you can spot my hoes by their car keys Another episode full of atrocities It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music) You scared to see my face in a fancy place So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as f** Still hands on, s**er, press your luck Your money gone every other month My money long so the treasure's tucked Now that's how the team go, I'm back in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go, back in Santo Domingo Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go