Lamborghini Doors Rick Ross (Ft. Anthony Hamilton & Meek Mill)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
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 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 nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha

[Chorus: 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 fuck me now, yeah
I bet they say, "He put his niggas 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 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 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