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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
my favourite berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you hear I said
having a slumber all my bitches counting bread
made man, also as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga
still smoking sickie, it no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, b-tch just keep on dancing

dollar bills on top of dollar
all Im throwing, if she wont her momma will
made n-ggas, talking a lot of
8 digits a n-gga tryna

made man, you hear I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
they go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches me that I look just 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 just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting Miami kill
I might walk to the arena 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 nice if you me
Im buying furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
love me some head, and I love a that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Wayans, just know that homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

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