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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white like
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my bitches counting
man, also known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just on dancing

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

made man, you what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming dollar
park the on the Porsche
there they go, 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, thats 62 curtains
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just like a n-gga
New Orleans know its love, Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the just aint 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 just walk to the arena and watch it for
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking bull riders, moving slow as a ballad
on your ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the to do it, its only right to do it
me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, just know homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

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