Qrown Royal

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon' get this forever.
You know whenever we link up, my nigga,
They think this shit comes from outer space or something.
Nigga, let's get this money nigga!
Masterminds: Roc, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it!

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet,
Car seats still smellin' like ten keys,
Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase.
Wingstop, fat boy need a ten piece.
Say a nigga name and the car start,
Nigga switchin' lane to lane like Walmart.
Sippin' Bordeaux out in Bordeaux,
Hazard lights flashin' on the four-door.
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo,
Back to the Benzo when the ends low.
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch,
‘Cause my new bitch something like a nympho.
Fuck the game raw when I came in it,
Gettin' money ever since I came in it,
You couldn't stop me if you tried,
Mothafucka, ‘cause the devil is a lie.

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips,
Rich nigga talkin' big shit,
Double cup, gold wrist,
Double up on that blow, bitch!
Two mil on that I-95,
Bow your head ‘cause it's time to pay tithes,
Opposition want me dead or alive,
Mothafucka, but the devil is a lie.
The devil is a lie, bitch, I'm the truth!
The devil is a lie, bitch, I'm the proof!
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie,
Bitch, I'm alive, the devil is a lie!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen,
Niggas seen a thirty-six at sixteen,
Hundred K for the sixteen,
Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean.
My money goin' on the deep end,
Talkin' half a milli for the weekend,
Contract like a nigga play defense.
Curtains in the Maybach, bitch peek in,
Now the bitches wanna car hop,
Six cribs for the cars in the car lot.
Dope boys on the goal, nigga,
Went gold six times for a goal, nigga,
Black bottle and a bad bitch,
Club all money, where the cash is?
Dubai, I can do it like a sheikh,
Top floor nigga, Burj Khalifa.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction?
Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion.
Am I down with the devil ‘cause my roof come up missin'?
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'?
That's D'USSÉ, baby, welcome to the dark side!
Coulda got black list for the crack shit,
White Jesus in my crock pot,
I mix the shit 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, nigga, 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 niggas hate they own kind.
Gotta be Illuminati if a nigga shine.
Oh, we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh, we gotta be the devil, that's some nigga shit.
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk,
Brooklyn on the Barneys like we own the bitch,
Give the money to the hood, now we all win,
Got that Barneys floor lookin like a V.I.M.
Black hoodie, black skully,
Bravado like Mavado, boy, I'm that gully.
Getting' white money but I'm still black,
All these niggas claimin' king but I'm still that.
King Hova, Mansa Musa,
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth, ya.

[Chorus]