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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz Khalifa
my favourite berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you hear I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist on frio, call me chilly chill
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

dollar on top of dollar bills
thats all Im throwing, if she wont her momma
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, called the
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
there go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I know many
I say my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving as a ballad
on your ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying 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 and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont play
you know we my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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