Rick Ross - Lamborghini Doors lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Real talk So when my n***a Meek caught his case, I went to visit him I’m walking up to the jail, all the n***as start repping Beating on gla**, kicking the doors, and sh** 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 n***a had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha [Hook: 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 f** me now, yeah I bet they say, “He put his n***as on” Now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh [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 n***a 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 [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Yeah, uh Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin’ Livin’ like we hit the lottery, n***a I been tippin’ since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin’ And before I had that bag, I used to bag them b**hes I’m so co*ky and I’m confident, all these k**ers in my ambiance Say what I want, nobody’s stopin’ it, get off my dick, n***a Where you was at when I could’ve died for this? Or die for that? Real n***a, 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 Benny Boom Started out with nothin’, now a n***a in a room Sweepin’ rich b**hes off they feet like a broom Double-M G, b**h, you know how we move Whole lot of choppers, n***a, I could never lose [Interlude: 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 (So high) We, we’re going up, oh so high Like Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music) [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 n***a if I fall Love to see a pretty b**h 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 out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!) Such a feelin’, n***as k**in’ 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 n***as 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 [Hook: 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 f** me now, yeah I bet they say, “He put his n***as on” Now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh