Rick Ross - Royals (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lorde] I've never seen a diamond in the flesh I caught my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I'm not proud of my address In a torn up town no post code envy [Pre-Hook: Lorde] But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose stripping in the bathroom Blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in pur dreams But everybody's like Cristal, Maybachs, diamonds on your timepeace Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash We don't care, we're not caught up in a love affair! [Hook: Lorde] And we'll never be royals (royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luck just ain't for us We claim a different kind of buzz! Let me be your ruler (ruler) You can call me queen bee! And baby I'll rule, I'll rule Let me live that that fantasy! [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Silver Rolls Royce, cigarette smoke's scented New fur rug, now my dirty boots in ‘em Flowing in the parking lot, like we're rolling in the college Mean as a dean, triple beam, well polished She wanna watch Scandal, I wanna count a handful Dead presidents sleeping in the attic of the mansion! All I heard was murder, think the house's haunted Super Bowl tickets they b**hes and Fed chargers Label the racketeer, John Gresham with a pen Top three writer but number one at your event, ha Mastermind unfolds like a true crime Double M, gold mind for the whole time! [Verse 2: Lorde] My friends and I, we've cracked the code!](2901283) [Verse 3: Wale] I said, hear out, we're out, bring her back, can't rewind Back where I'm from, they move shack from the line As D-why, bricks, moving D-why, bricks No peace sign, they peace out, they precise the sh**! Fresh up out the G5 Givenchy three times Life is a b**h, well, my dick is a big yacht All aboard, all aboard! Like life is a beach, all these people they flip-flop! When I smack the dwag sh** out Told the n***as I ain't kidding, this is the Sean Kemp out n***a, step out, I see you n***as b**h out Ya see these broads stand you, I get these b**hes sit downs What now? What now? You know what? I think you're irritating Like we didn't come out in this motherf**er through the basement Like we ain't blowing like we're locals posted in Jamaica ........, a hundred cases, baby … Now that Working Title, Purple Label, and my Jordan Laser Everything is foreign, we're of course a lot of fornication Different cloth, n***a, ain't nothing fabricated A lot of thoughts like a f**ing scatter brain thinker My whole pandemonium, pardon the Panamera It's crazy, in this black and white just like an Animaniac Uh, shout out Waco and Dot I use your baby mother scrunchy to wrap up a nut [Verse 4: Magazeen] I never was a bad man, bad man Turn on the AK turn it out! We brought it off and we now play Until the… You never was a man shooter, shooter Came to the Magazeen And yellow team … leave the scene (yellow team) Your brother run and your mother scream I wanna leave no witness, (witness) Body at the wall, please! (Dead bodies) Take shot in your face (in ya face)… Until them… test me, test me I want them where I want Na, na, na, me gonna sing like a player! Believe me