[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 smelling like 10 ki's Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece Say a nigga name and the car start Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux Hazard lights flashing 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 Getting money ever since I came in it You couldn't stop me if you tried Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie
[Hook: 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 cuz it's time to pay tithes Opposition want me dead or alive Motherfucker 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 36 at 16 100k for the 16 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 6 cribs for the cars in the car lot Dope boys on the goal nigga Went gold 6 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
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]
[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 cuz my roof come up missin' Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin' That's D'usse 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 Barney's like we own the bitch Give the money to the hood, now we all win Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM Black hoodie, black skully Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully Gettin white money but I'm still black All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that King Hova, Mansa Musa Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya