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

dollar on top of dollar bills
thats all Im throwing, if she wont her will
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 dollar bills
park the trunk on the
they 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 down, Im just 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 tomorrows money, I it maana
off the just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest ever, I call her Rihanna
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
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit 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
love me some head, and I love a woman likes to do it
love my team, aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont play
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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