[Hook x2: Trina] I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo) I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago) Doors going up, hoes going HAM Doors going up, hoes going HAM
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Geechi Liberace, dope boy in Versace Came from beefaroni, all I see is lobster Lamborghini lover, keep my bitches topless I pay them boys to do it, keep my record flawless May run for state attorney just to free my dogs I chose to run these streets until I was a boss Don’t call it yo house until you paid it off I pay up for a mouth just like a round of golf I try to stay in shape, I’m standing counting ones Red Lamborghini, bitches know I’m drivin one Niggas buyin pussy, boss buyin pussy I could buy the club, boss buyin toosies Diamonds on my neck, call me K.O.D I just want her for her neck, so I pay the fee
[Hook x2: Trina] I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo) I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago) Doors going up, hoes going HAM Doors going up, hoes going HAM
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] When I bought my Lamborghini I paid cash nigga Crack money, got it out the stash nigga I got a Need For Speed, I’m in the sport cars I fuck with feds just like I did my sport cars I’mma let you niggas buy the pussy I may tip her for the head then I keep it pushin Hoes chasin that bag, 200 on my dash I’m 200 with my niggas, I bring 200 with me back Bitch you bad and I know it, in your Honda Accord You gon be strippin, sellin pussy til you make it to the Forbes And my bitches be exotic, I pull up in the hunned So white, so exotic, all set Forgiatis And the man back grindin with my Maybach squad Then you bitches cookin' up until the yay jump hard, bitch!
[Hook x2: Trina] I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo) I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago) Doors going up, hoes going HAM Doors going up, hoes going HAM
[Verse 3: Gunplay] My campaign sip Belaire, I smoke til no air there Them monkey niggas some care bears, I’m tokin on my tear gas My molly look like real glass, fuck feelings, I feel cash I tuck ceilings and peel past ya, plastic cars are still ratchet Don’t need cuts, real Caspers, double M, real bastards Body count, real caskets, pimpin' on them Cleopatras Just money, me and that, just AK, we not just MIA We in action, don’t turn this in a reenactment I’m just tryin to be a real rhymer, still swaggin, see about you Try fuckin with me and my shit, nah, that’s that Vietnam shit Fuck that BMI shit, I got me a ki, I’m outchea Plus that Beamer dot ya, arrivederci Ain’t pleading mercy, just Lambo free and mercy Break bitches, pee in purses, fuck hoes and they reimburse me
[Hook x2: Trina] I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Gallardo) I only fuck with niggas in them Lambos (Murcielago) Doors going up, hoes going HAM Doors going up, hoes going HAM