Songtext Lamborghini doors Rick Ross

Lamborghini doors

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 in the door, the captain tell me you can't come in here. Ok, 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, ha ha ha

Dreaming of things we can't afford
But now we coming 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
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh

Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
She know I'm living reckless looking at my necklace
I'mma blow this forty 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 banging 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 using 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 holding my hand
Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten

Yeah, uh
Poverty stricken, boy you gotta be kidding
Living 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 stoping 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
Talking to the lord, knowing that it's not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing, now a nigga in a room
Sweeping 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

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
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up
We, we're going up
Oh so high)
Like Lamborghini doors

Ugh
Paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
You banging on the boss, that boy'll be a corpse
I'm stepping 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 rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing, smiling 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 feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground, that's once they notice me
I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny
At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds like I'm Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me stepping out

Started off poor with plans to own more
The writing in the stars, the life we lived for
Dreaming of things we can't afford
But now we coming 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
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh