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

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

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

Riding the city, plastic 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
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im just a T.O
but tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
tomorrows money, I call it maana
off the rack aint my style, I call it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, 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 made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

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