Lamborghini Doors
- Rick Ross
Key: Bm Bm ·
Orig: Bm ·
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Time: 4/4 ·
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[
Intro
Rick Ross]
N.C.
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
[
Hook
Meek Mill]
Cm
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
Cm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna f**k me now, yeah
A#
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Gm
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
[
Verse 1
Rick Ross]
Gm
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
Fm
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
Cm A#
She know I'm livin' reckless lookin' at my necklace
A#
I'ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures
Cm
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Cm A#
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
Cm
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
A#
If I sentence you to die, well that's a hundred shots
Cm
Judge bangin' like a blood, show a nigga love
Cm A#
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
Cm A#
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
A#
Where I'm at, you lock your door and you usin' a latch
Cm Dm
Now it's stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
A#
Stood tall in the feds, don't fold on the fam
Cm
Tryna point me to the money, no holdin' my hand
A# Cm
Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten
[
Verse 2
Meek Mill]
Yeah, uh
Cm
Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'
Livin' like we hit the lottery, nigga
Cm
I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'
A#
And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches
Cm
I'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance
Cm
Say what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dick, nigga
Cm A#
Where you was at when I could've died for this?
Or die for that? Real nigga, roger that
Cm A#
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Cm Dm
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Cm A#
Talkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool
D#
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom
D# Cm
Started out with nothin', now a nigga in a room
Cm
Sweepin' rich bitches off they feet like a broom
D# A#m
Double-M G bitch, you know how we move
Cm
Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose
[
Interlude
Anthony Hamilton]
Cm
I was amazed
Cm
Oh how it turned their heads
Cm
I mastered the game
Dm Cm
Oh how they raised their hands
Cm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up
A#
We, we're going up, oh so high
Cm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up (So high)
Cm
We, we're going up, oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)
[
Verse 3
Rick Ross]
Cm
Uh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
Cm
You bangin' on the boss, the boy'll be a corpse
Cm
I'm steppin' through the door, my back against the wall
A# Cm
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Cm
Love to see a pretty bitch rollin' a wood leaf
D
Phone ringin', smilin' like I got some gold teeth
Cm A#
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)
Cm
Such a feelin', niggas killin' for my poetry (boss)
Cm
Tryna go back underground, that's once they notice me (boss)
Cm
I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny (never)
Cm
At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him
Cm A#
You niggas out of style with your weddin' vows
Cm
I still be makin' rounds like I'm Kevin Liles (what up)
Cm
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out (bring it)
Cm
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin' out
[
Hook
Meek Mill]
Cm
Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Cm
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
A#
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Cm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna f**k me now, yeah
Cm
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
A#
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh











