Amsterdam Lyrics - God Forgives, I Don't - Rick Ross

We get ghost 

You already know what it is 

Money stuffed in my bag 

Maybach shit! 

Bright lights and dark corners, it's night embark on us 

Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer 

Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start 

Now the same cat drive in Jaguars 

Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper 

The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November 

Keys to the city got killers who slither with me 

Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty 

Billionaire bid, wrists on chill 

Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil 

These boys going blind they just happy being free 

In a world of so many I just wanted me a key 

Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece 

Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease 

These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine 

Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind 

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I'm Barry Gordy to the streets 

With a kilo? 

I wanna be there when each one of my kids born 

Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on 

Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased 

Even then I pray I'm living through the beats 

Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks 

Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf 

Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick 

Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch 

The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish 

All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and 

Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit 

Red or blue, do you, as long as you're getting rich 

Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange 

Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a nigga pocket change 

These niggas acting like they want a war! 

When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards 

Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord? 

I'm riding in some shit only I can afford 

Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a report 

Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour 

I'm laughing at the people who label me poor 

Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn 

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I'm Barry Gordy to the streets 

With a kilo? 

I wanna be there when each one of my kids born 

Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on 

Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased 

Even then I pray I'm living through the beats 

Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks 

Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf 

I'm speaking on unwritten laws - the code of the streets 

I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him 

And do what the fuck you want to do 

Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie! 

And that could take a long time! 

In that time, I'mma handle my muthafuckin business. 

Ruugh! Ruugh! 

It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam 

Wherever the fuck I'm at 

It's a no go 

We greenlight you bitch niggas 

Rozay!