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[Rick
Two door coupe
I it Katy 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 counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming dollar
park the trunk on the
there go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I know where the f-ck 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 know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and watch it for
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, 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 Damon Wayans, just know that dont play that
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch 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 some bad news, 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
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 just on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off