I been tippin’ since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin’
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
You bangin’ on the boss, the boy’ll be a corpse
Now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Like Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)
Phone ringin’, smilin’ like I got some gold teeth
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose
Okay, cool
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Sweepin’ rich bitches off they feet like a broom
Now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
[Interlude: Anthony Hamilton]
To ridin’ under stars, the life we lived for
Yeah, uh
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin’ out
I mastered the game
Soon as I got on the cell block
Say what I want, nobody’s stopin’ it, get off my dick, nigga
At the Grammys, my lil’ homie had the hammer on him
To ridin’ under stars, the life we lived for
I’m so cocky and I’m confident, all these killers in my ambiance
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out (bring it)
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
So when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him
You niggas out of style with your weddin’ vows
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
I heard him all the way from down the hallway
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
I left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)
Uh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Like Lamborghini doors
But now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Tryna point me to the money, no holdin’ my hand
I’m really not the one you wanna handle funny (never)
But now we comin’ up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
We, we’re going up

I was amazed
We, we’re going up, oh so high
Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit

My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Real talk
We, we’re going up
My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha
Dreamin’ of things we can’t afford
Tryna go back underground, that’s once they notice me (boss)

I still be makin’ rounds like I’m Kevin Liles (what up)
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Double-M G, bitch, you know how we move
Where I’m at, you lock your door and you usin’ a latch
Like Lamborghini doors
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Homicides rise as the sun falls
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
Livin’ like we hit the lottery, nigga
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
Now it’s stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin’
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I’ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures
We, we’re going up, oh so high
We, we’re going up (So high)

They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now

The captain tell me, "You can’t come in here"
So when I walk through the door
Started off poor with plans to own more
Oh how it turned their heads
If I sentence you to die, well that’s a hundred shots
Love to see a pretty bitch rollin’ a wood leaf

And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
Or die for that? Real nigga, roger that
Stood tall in the feds, don’t fold on the fam

I’m walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
She know I’m livin’ reckless lookin’ at my necklace
We, we’re going up
Started out with nothin’, now a nigga in a room
Such a feelin’, niggas killin’ for my poetry (boss)
Somebody take me to the bank ’cause it open at ten
Dreamin’ of things we can’t afford
I’m steppin’ through the door, my back against the wall
Where you was at when I could’ve died for this?
Started off poor with plans to own more
Oh how they raised their hands
Judge bangin’ like a blood, show a nigga love

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Talkin’ to the law, knowin’ that it’s not cool
Came back two weeks later, I got access
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food