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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I it Katy Perry
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you hear I said
having a party all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
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 no other 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 dollar
thats all Im throwing, if she her momma will
n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 a n-gga tryna live

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

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with 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 its love, everytime Im in town
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont play
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear what I
I got bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
out a year, look like he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
soon as you see success, haters
miami gardens drive, a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off