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 [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 
[Hook rick ross & jay-z] 
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