Hard Piano (feat. Rick Ross)

Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera

She will fuck you then turn around and fuck a janitor

Set the parameters

You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs

I won't let you ruin my dreams

Or Harvey Weinstein the kid

Good mornin' Matt Lauer

Can I live?

Look at my new digs

The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like forty

The Warhol's on my wall paint a war story

Had to find other ways to invest

'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks

It's a nightmare, yeah

I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh

Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick

Tap, tap, throw the phone if you hear it click

Art Basel in' the bezel

Your bustdown his bust down and don't match the metal

Lower level's where you settle at

I'm the pot callin' the kettle black

Where there's no brake pedals at

Between God and where the devil's at

Had to double dutch and double back

Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at

Exactly what the game's been missin'

This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen

Push

Now that's how the ting go

I'm back from Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go

Down in Santo Domingo

Now that's how the ting go

Back from Santo Domingo (This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters)

'Cause that's where the kings go (From Honda Accords to Grammy Awards yup)

Down in Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go

Well, I could blow a million dollars into dust

Lord knows how many bottles I done bust

Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff

Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff

Pusha know these politics is paradox

Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock

My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin'

I'm down to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)

Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet

Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked

Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany's

All these canine units still sniffin' me

Ignorance versus the innocence

Is not the temperature for you in Timberlands

I keep the coldest flows on the high sea

And you can spot my hoes by they car keys

Another episode full atrocities

Is double M, baby

Money Monopolies (Maybach Music)

You're scared to see my face in a fancy place

So I debate my case versus Nancy Grace

It's flesh and blood till I'm fresh as fuck

Still hands on, sucker, press your luck

Your money gone every other month

My money long so the treasure's tucked

Now that's how the ting go

I'm back from Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go

Down in Santo Domingo

Now that's how the ting go

Back from Santo Domingo

'Cause that's where the kings go

Down in Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go