The Devil Is A Lie (feat. Jay-Z)

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

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

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

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

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