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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my favourite
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white Madonna
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my counting bread
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just on dancing

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

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

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the 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 Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my Tez, thats my brother my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking riders, shit 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 a woman 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 my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I it Ving Rhames
you still a baby boy, we doing big
street n-ggas, you hear what I
I got some bad news, back in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, people killing time
throw you in a hole, you must be
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami gardens drive, half a million less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch keep on dancing
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off