{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2139781,"song":"Lamborghini Doors","artist":"Rick Ross","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11463699-lamborghini-doors-chords-by-rick-ross/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2139781?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"[Intro: Rick Ross]\r\nN.C.\r\nReal talk\r\nSo when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him\r\nI'm walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping\r\nBeating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit\r\nSo when I walk through the door\r\nThe captain tell me, \"You can't come in here\"\r\nOkay, cool\r\nCame back two weeks later, I got access\r\nSoon as I got on the cell block\r\nI heard him all the way from down the hallway\r\nMy nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha\r\n\r\n[Hook: Meek Mill]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nStarted off poor with plans to own more[/tab]\r\nTo ridin' under stars, the life we lived for\r\nDreamin' of things we can't afford\r\nBut now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nThey gon' love me, they gon' love me now[/tab]\r\nI bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI bet they say, \"He put his niggas on\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]                               [ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nNow we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1: Rick Ross]\r\n[tab][ch]F#m[/ch]\r\nCorners wanna check him like Odell Beckham[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]\r\nI could plan a record or just draw the weapon[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nShe know I'm livin' reckless lookin' at my necklace[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nI'ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nHomicides rise as the sun falls[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWatch your dog die as my gun bark[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nThese helicopters rise for the one in charge[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nIf I sentence you to die, well that's a hundred shots[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nJudge bangin' like a blood, show a nigga love[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\nCaught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWe bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nWhere I'm at, you lock your door and you usin' a latch[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                                    [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nNow it's stones on my hands, Roberto Durans[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nStood tall in the feds, don't fold on the fam[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nTryna point me to the money, no holdin' my hand[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                                       [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nSomebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Meek Mill]\r\nYeah, uh\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nPoverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'[/tab]\r\nLivin' like we hit the lottery, nigga\r\n[tab]                       [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nSay what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dick, nigga[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWhere you was at when I could've died for this?[/tab]\r\nOr die for that? Real nigga, roger that\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSaid I took a loss but I got it back, woo[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]              [ch]C#m[/ch]\r\nMe and all my dogs sell a lot of that food[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nTalkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nMake me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nStarted out with nothin', now a nigga in a room[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nSweepin' rich bitches off they feet like a broom[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nDouble-M G, bitch, you know how we move[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nWhole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Interlude: Anthony Hamilton]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI was amazed[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nOh how it turned their heads[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI mastered the game[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C#m[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nOh how they raised their hands[/tab]\r\n[tab]                   [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLike Lamborghini doors[/tab]\r\nWe, we're going up\r\nWe, we're going up\r\n[tab]                           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWe, we're going up, oh so high[/tab]\r\n[tab]                  [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLike Lamborghini doors[/tab]\r\nWe, we're going up\r\nWe, we're going up (So high)\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nWe, we're going up, oh so high[/tab]\r\nLike Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Rick Ross]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nUh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nYou bangin' on the boss, the boy'll be a corpse[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI'm steppin' through the door, my back against the wall[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                         [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nMy pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nLove to see a pretty bitch rollin' a wood leaf[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]C#[/ch]\r\nPhone ringin', smilin' like I got some gold teeth[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese[/tab]\r\nI left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nSuch a feelin', niggas killin' for my poetry (boss)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nTryna go back underground, that's once they notice me (boss)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI'm really not the one you wanna handle funny (never)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nAt the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nYou niggas out of style with your weddin' vows[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI still be makin' rounds like I'm Kevin Liles (what up)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nTime to set a date for trial, we never settle out (bring it)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nThem Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin' out[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Hook: Meek Mill]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nStarted off poor with plans to own more[/tab]\r\nTo ridin' under stars, the life we lived for\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nDreamin' of things we can't afford[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nBut now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nThey gon' love me, they gon' love me now[/tab]\r\nI bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah\r\n[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]\r\nI bet they say, \"He put his niggas on\"[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nNow we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh[/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro: Rick Ross]\nN.C.\nReal talk\nSo when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him\nI'm walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping\nBeating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit\nSo when I walk through the door\nThe captain tell me, \"You can't come in here\"\nOkay, cool\nCame back two weeks later, I got access\nSoon as I got on the cell block\nI heard him all the way from down the hallway\nMy nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha\n\n[Hook: Meek Mill]\n\nTo ridin' under stars, the life we lived for\nDreamin' of things we can't afford\nBut now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh\n\nI bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah\n\n\n\n[Verse 1: Rick Ross]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2: Meek Mill]\nYeah, uh\n\nLivin' like we hit the lottery, nigga\n\n\n\n\n\nOr die for that? Real nigga, roger that\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Interlude: Anthony Hamilton]\n\n\n\n\n\nWe, we're going up\nWe, we're going up\n\n\nWe, we're going up\nWe, we're going up (So high)\n\nLike Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)\n\n[Verse 3: Rick Ross]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nI left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Hook: Meek Mill]\n\nTo ridin' under stars, the life we lived for\n\n\n\nI bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah","chords":["C","Bm","A","F#m","Em","C#m","D","Am","G","C#"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]}}}