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*ck 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 k*llers 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 k*llin' 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*ck me now, yeah 
Cm 
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on" 
A# 
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh