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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my favourite
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you hear I said
having a slumber party all my bitches counting
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
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 a n-gga tryna live

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

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
tomorrows money, I call it maana
off the just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just walk to the arena and it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit slow as a ballad
tattoo on 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 love my team, aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, just know 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, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a baby boy, we big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
been out a year, look like he finna
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, reinvest
miami drive, half a million nothing less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off