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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my favourite
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you what I said
having a slumber party all my counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, b-tch just keep on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im screaming bills
park the trunk on the
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, thats 62 curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, Im in town
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just watching 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
on your ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the right to do it, its right to do it
love me some head, and I love a woman likes to do it
still love my team, no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

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