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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my favourite
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you hear I said
having a party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga
still smoking sickie, it no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

dollar bills on top of dollar
all Im throwing, if she wont her momma will
made n-ggas, talking a lot of
8 digits a n-gga tryna

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

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im just a T.O
but bitches tell me that I just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching Miami
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 your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its right to do it
love me some head, and I a woman that likes to do it
still 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 my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a baby boy, we big things
n-ggas, you hear what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar in the feds
twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you must be
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami gardens drive, half a million nothing
the bar, I set the standards
my Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off