Rick Ross Lamborghini Doors Lyrics

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 f*ck 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