Pusha T – Hard Piano Lyrics

Hard Piano Lyrics by Pusha T (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


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