Hard Piano

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

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 40

The Warhols 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 Baselin' the bezel

Your bustdown is 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 brick peddles 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

[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams & Rick Ross]

Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo

Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo

This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters

'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo

From Honda Accords to Grammy awards

That's where the kings go

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I can blow a million dollars into dust

Lord knows how many bottles I've 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 dyin' 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 K-9 units still sniffin' me

Ignorance versus the innocence

It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands

I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat

And you can spot my hoes by their car keys

Another episode full of atrocities

It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music)

You scared to see my face in a fancy place

So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace

It's flesh and blood 'til 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

[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]

Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo

Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo

'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo

That's where the kings go