The Devil is a Lie - Rick Ross feat Jay-Z
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my n_gga
They think this sh_t comes from outer space or something
N_gga, let's get this money n_gga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my b_tch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a n_gga name and the car start
N_gga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old b_tch for my new b_tch
Cause my new b_tch something like a nympho
F_ck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherf_cker cause the devil is a lie
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips
Rich n_gga talkin' big sh_t
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, b_tch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherf_cker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, b_tch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, b_tch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
B_tch I'm alive, the devil is a lie
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen
N_ggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
N_gga's stick dirty but his d_ck clean
My money goin' on the deep end
Talkin' half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a n_gga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach b_tch peek in
Now the b_tches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal n_gga
Went gold 6 times for a goal n_gga
Black bottle and a bad b_tch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor n_gga Burj Khalifa
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction
Is Hova atheist? I never f_ck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'
That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack sh_t
White jesus in my crock pot
I mix the sh_t with some soda
Now black jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East Coast, winnin' at life, n_gga, cheat code
The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these n_ggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a n_gga shine
Oh we can't be a n_gga if a n_gga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that's some n_gga sh_t
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the b_tch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
Gettin white money but I'm still black
All these n_ggas claiming king but I'm still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]
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