Rick Ross - Amsterdam lyrics

We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm

Bright lights and dark corners as
Night embark on us refugees runnin' wild
Wyclef with a SIG Sauer nothin' to lose
I was starvin' from the start
Now the same cat drivin' Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell
Out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member
They'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
Who slither with me
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto
Smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standin' in the field of dreams
Tryna see a hundred mil
These boys goin' blind they
Just happy bein' free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki'
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my
Niggas all deceased these boys snort lines
I'm fine just sippin' wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each
One of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm
Livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burnin' Amsterdam green where it
Falls like a leaf

Born in the bricks with the
Short end of the stick always runnin' late
Quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
All stainless steel
Quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you
As long as you're gettin' rich
Crack game, champagne
Kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost
That's a nigga pocket change
These niggas actin' like they want a war!
When it come to whackin' niggas
I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I'm ridin' in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood til
You build a rapport
Amsterdam state of mind: I just
Gave you a tour
I'm laughin' at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans
You'd think it was porn

I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each
One of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm
Livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burnin' Amsterdam green where it
Falls like a leaf

I'm speakin' on unwritten laws
The code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga
That you bump into at
A 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do
Niggas like me
You gotta get permission homie
And that could take a long time!
In that time
I'mma handle my motherfuckin' business
Ugh! Ugh! It's the red light district
Nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I'm at it's a no go
We green light you bitch niggas rozay