They say I’m gettin’ money Must be illuminati Talking to the Holy Ghost In my Bugatti He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it Lord knows, that boy’ll catch a body Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans Being dead broke is the root of all evil Get money, my nigga, do good with your people I got the calico, I got the dynamite They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight Back to these bitches following my timeline Back to these crackers following my timeline Got the phone tapped, I think I’m being followed Touch him with the holy’s ghost, can you hear me father?
[Diddy]
Father, please protect me from brokeness And bitch ass niggas, Bitch ass bitches too Keep ‘em away
[Repeat Hook 2x]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Work! That’s all my niggas workin’ with Work! That’s all my niggas lurkin’ with My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit Work! Exactly what I’m screamin’ ho Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin’ ho You talkin’ to the holy ghost I’m smokin’ ’til I overdose When I fuck she let the pussy soak Even my lawyer be askin is it dope Never break the code shock me with a million votes I’m forever dope, touched by the holy ghost
[Diddy]
You see, they hate what they don’t understand Father, forgive them For they know not what they do Let’s go