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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its like Madonna
Made man, you what I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, called the
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
there they go, bills

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I know many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
it boils down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New know its love, everytime Im in town
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my baddest ever, I call her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and 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 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 that likes to do it
still my team, aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Wayans, just know that homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[Rick Ross - 3]
panorama, I call 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 I said
I got some bad news, Jabar in the feds
twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, like he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami gardens drive, a million nothing less
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