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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you hear I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that just keep on dancing

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

made man, you what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the trunk on the
they go, Dollar 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
cant see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look like a creole n-gga
New know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo 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 your ass, itd be if you show 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 love a woman likes to do it
love my team, aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
Im Wayans, just know that homie dont play that
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I it Ving Rhames
you still a baby boy, we big things
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
been out a year, look like he ride
genocide, these killing time
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, reinvest
gardens drive, half a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, that just keep on dancing
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off