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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you hear what I
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running straight up in the
my always on frio, call me chilly chill
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

dollar on top of dollar bills
thats all Im throwing, if she wont her will
n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a tryna live

made man, you what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im dollar bills
park the trunk on the
there they go, bills

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, 62 with curtains
see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, Im in town
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the just posting watching Miami kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its right to do it
love me some head, and I love a woman likes to do it
love my team, aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
facing twenty, he just did a
out a year, look like he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, haters
miami gardens drive, half a million less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off