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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 slumber party all my bitches bread
made man, also as Papi Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
super head and super head, and I really
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that just keep on dancing

dollar bills on top of bills
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 hear I said
I got a squares
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im dollar bills
park the trunk on the
there they go, bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just walk to the arena and it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im buying bitches furs, Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
love me 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 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, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a baby boy, we big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
out a year, look like he finna ride
genocide, these killing time
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
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