[00:00.00] 作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II/Robert Williams/Teedra Moses/Ramon Montgomery/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/Clemm Rishad/Diondria Thorton/Christopher Thorton
[00:01.00] 作词 : Anthony Hamilton/William Leonard Roberts II/Robert Williams/Teedra Moses/Ramon Montgomery/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/Clemm Rishad/Diondria Thorton/Christopher Thorton
[00:38.35]Dreaming of things we can't afford
[00:39.85]But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors ooh
[00:42.50]
[00:43.16]They gon' love me they gon' love me now
[00:45.05]I bet they tell they friends they wanna **** me now
[00:47.49]
[00:49.15]I bet they say
[00:49.69]He put his niggas on
[00:50.62]
[00:51.34]Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors ooh
[00:54.26]
[00:55.01]Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
[00:56.78]
[00:57.76]I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
[00:59.58]
[01:00.42]She know I'm living reckless looking at my necklace
[01:02.53]
[01:03.15]I'mma blow this forty on me you can save the lectures
[01:05.45]
[01:06.09]Homicides rise as the sun falls
[01:08.04]
[01:09.04]Watch your dog die as my gun bark
[01:10.91]
[01:11.74]These helicopters rise for the one in charge
[01:14.23]If I sentence you to die well that's a hundred shots
[01:16.93]Judge banging like a blood show a nigga love
[01:19.91]Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
[01:22.36]
[01:23.16]We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
[01:25.22]
[01:25.84]Where I'm at you lock your door and you using a latch
[01:28.41]Now it's stones on my hands Roberto Durans
[01:31.27]Stood tall in the feds don't fold on the fam
[01:34.21]Tryna point me to the money no holding my hand
[01:36.83]Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten
[01:39.25]
[01:40.05]Poverty stricken boy you gotta be kidding
[01:41.90]
[01:42.47]Living like we hit the lottery b***h
[01:44.40]I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen Chad was sippin'
[01:47.23]And before I had that bag I used to bag them b*****s
[01:49.82]
[01:50.36]I'm so c**ky and I'm confident
[01:51.51]
[01:52.42]All these killers in my ambiance
[01:54.15]Say what I want nobody's stoping it
[01:56.23]Get off my d**k b***h
[01:57.50]Where you was at when I could've died for this
[01:59.51]
[02:00.31]Or die for that real nigga roger that
[02:02.31]
[02:03.18]Said I took a loss but I got it back woo
[02:05.43]
[02:06.07]Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
[02:08.72]Talking to the lord knowing that it's not cool
[02:11.62]Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
[02:14.49]Started out with nothing now a nigga in a room
[02:17.25]Sweeping rich b*****s off they feet like a broom
[02:20.21]Double-M G nigga you know how we move
[02:23.03]Whole lot of choppers b***h I could never lose
[02:24.96]
[02:25.31]I was amazed
[02:27.88]
[02:30.39]Oh how it turned their heads
[02:34.12]
[02:35.90]I mastered the game
[02:38.95]
[02:41.77]Oh how they raised their hands
[02:45.30]
[02:47.25]Like Lamborghini doors
[02:48.63]We we're going up
[02:49.95]
[02:50.80]We we're going up
[02:52.72]
[02:53.90]We we're going up
[02:55.49]
[02:56.08]Oh so high
[02:56.98]
[02:58.63]Like Lamborghini doors
[02:59.96]We we're going up
[03:01.30]
[03:02.28]We we're going up
[03:04.17]
[03:05.10]We we're going up
[03:06.94]
[03:07.57]Oh so high
[03:08.40]
[03:09.70]Like Lamborghini doors
[03:11.30]
[03:11.64]Paintings on the wall you never know the cost
[03:13.69]
[03:14.32]You banging on the boss that boy'll be a corpse
[03:16.49]
[03:17.16]I'm stepping through the door my back against the wall
[03:19.16]
[03:19.72]My pockets fat enough to catch a b***h if I fall
[03:22.64]Love to see a pretty b***h rolling a wood leaf
[03:25.22]Phone ringing smiling like I got some gold teeth
[03:28.06]I caught a bird jet smarter on the Maltese
[03:30.93]I left a chick in NBC out on the northeast
[03:33.91]Such a feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
[03:36.72]Tryna go back underground that's once they notice me
[03:39.27]
[03:40.03]I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny
[03:42.50]At the Grammys my lil' homie had the hammer on him
[03:44.97]
[03:45.63]You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
[03:48.16]I still be making rounds like I'm Kevin Liles
[03:50.99]Time to set a date for trial we never settle out
[03:53.46]
[03:54.28]Them Lamborghini doors you see me stepping out
[03:55.91]
[03:56.64]Started off poor with plans to own more
[03:59.30]The writing in the stars the life we lived for
[04:01.47]
[04:03.24]Dreaming of things we can't afford
[04:04.54]
[04:05.10]But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors ooh
[04:08.00]They gon' love me they gon' love me now
[04:10.29]I bet they tell they friends they wanna **** me now
[04:12.70]
[04:14.25]I bet they say
[04:15.01]He put his niggas on
[04:15.91]
[04:16.48]Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors ooh

作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II/Robert Williams/Teedra Moses/Ramon Montgomery/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/Clemm Rishad/Diondria Thorton/Christopher Thorton
作词 : Anthony Hamilton/William Leonard Roberts II/Robert Williams/Teedra Moses/Ramon Montgomery/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/Clemm Rishad/Diondria Thorton/Christopher Thorton
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 **** 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
Poverty stricken boy you gotta be kidding
Living like we hit the lottery b***h
I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen Chad was sippin'
And before I had that bag I used to bag them b*****s
I'm so c**ky and I'm confident
All these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want nobody's stoping it
Get off my d**k b***h
Where you was at when I could've died for this
Or die for that real nigga roger that
Said I took a loss but I got it back woo
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Talking to the lord knowing that it's not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing now a nigga in a room
Sweeping rich b*****s off they feet like a broom
Double-M G nigga you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers b***h I could never lose
I was amazed
Oh how it turned their heads
I mastered the game
Oh how they raised their hands
Like Lamborghini doors
We we're going up
We we're going up
We we're going up
Oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors
We we're going up
We we're going up
We we're going up
Oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors
Paintings on the wall you never know the cost
You banging on the boss that boy'll be a corpse
I'm stepping through the door my back against the wall
My pockets fat enough to catch a b***h if I fall
Love to see a pretty b***h rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing smiling like I got some gold teeth
I caught a bird jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick in NBC out on the northeast
Such a feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground that's once they notice me
I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny
At the Grammys my lil' homie had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds like I'm Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors you see me stepping out
Started off poor with plans to own more
The writing in the stars the life we lived for
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 **** me now
I bet they say
He put his niggas on
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors ooh