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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its like Madonna
man, you hear what I said
having a party all my bitches counting bread
man, also known as Papi Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my always on frio, call me chilly chill
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
still sickie, it aint no other option
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
thats all Im throwing, if she her momma will
n-ggas, talking 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
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
there go, Dollar bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im just a T.O
but bitches tell me I look just like a creole n-gga
New know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be if you show me
Im bitches furs, Mike 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
still my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Wayans, just know that homie dont play that
you know we my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
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, half a million less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, bitch just keep on dancing
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off