Pusha T, Rick Ross - Hard Piano lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pusha T, Rick Ross - Hard Piano lyrics]
Never trust a bitch who finds
Love in a camera she will fuck you
Then turn around and fuck a janitor
Set the parameters you either with the pro
Ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams
Or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good mornin', Matt Lauer can I live?
Look at my new digs the rooftop can host a
Paint-and-sip for, like, forty
The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
Had to find other ways to invest
'Cause you rappers found every
Way to ruin Pateks it's a nightmare, yeah
I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair
Ooh! Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
Art Basel-in' the bezel
Your bustdown is bust down and
Don't match the metal
Lower level's where you settle at
I'm the pot callin' the kettle black
Where there's no brake pedals at
Between God and where the Devil's at
Had to double-dutch and double back
Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at
Exactly what the game's been missin'
This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen push!
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
This for the sneaker hoarders
And coke snorters
'Cause that's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
From Honda Accords to Grammy awards, yo
That's where the kings go
I can blow a million dollars into dust
Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust
Still runnin' through the models
Like I'm Puff (M-M-M)
Confront my problems like I'm
Ralo in the bluff
Pusha know these politics is paradox
Chillin' in a condo full of ready-rock
My homie amputated but gon'
Stand for somethin'
I'm dyin' to find a way to
Get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
Watchin' my success, for some, is bittersweet
Always keep the sharpshooters'
Triggers tweaked
Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany's
All these K-9 unit's still sniffin' me
Ignorance versus the innocence
It's not the temperature for
You in Timberlands
I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat
(M-M-M)
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double-M, baby, money monopolies
(Maybach Music)
You scared to see my face in a fancy place
So why debate my case vs a Nancy Grace?
It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck
Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck (M-M)
Your money gone every other month
My money long, so the treasure's tucked
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go
Back from Santo Domingo
'Cause that's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
Love in a camera she will fuck you
Then turn around and fuck a janitor
Set the parameters you either with the pro
Ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams
Or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good mornin', Matt Lauer can I live?
Look at my new digs the rooftop can host a
Paint-and-sip for, like, forty
The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
Had to find other ways to invest
'Cause you rappers found every
Way to ruin Pateks it's a nightmare, yeah
I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair
Ooh! Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
Art Basel-in' the bezel
Your bustdown is bust down and
Don't match the metal
Lower level's where you settle at
I'm the pot callin' the kettle black
Where there's no brake pedals at
Between God and where the Devil's at
Had to double-dutch and double back
Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at
Exactly what the game's been missin'
This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen push!
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
This for the sneaker hoarders
And coke snorters
'Cause that's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
From Honda Accords to Grammy awards, yo
That's where the kings go
I can blow a million dollars into dust
Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust
Still runnin' through the models
Like I'm Puff (M-M-M)
Confront my problems like I'm
Ralo in the bluff
Pusha know these politics is paradox
Chillin' in a condo full of ready-rock
My homie amputated but gon'
Stand for somethin'
I'm dyin' to find a way to
Get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
Watchin' my success, for some, is bittersweet
Always keep the sharpshooters'
Triggers tweaked
Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany's
All these K-9 unit's still sniffin' me
Ignorance versus the innocence
It's not the temperature for
You in Timberlands
I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat
(M-M-M)
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double-M, baby, money monopolies
(Maybach Music)
You scared to see my face in a fancy place
So why debate my case vs a Nancy Grace?
It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck
Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck (M-M)
Your money gone every other month
My money long, so the treasure's tucked
Now that's how the ting go
I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go
Back from Santo Domingo
'Cause that's where the kings go
Down in Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go