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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
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 Papi
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just 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 n-gga tryna

made man, you hear what I
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
made men, Im dollar bills
park the trunk on the
they 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 know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
tomorrows money, I call it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching Miami
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you 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 love a woman likes to do it
still love my team, aint no option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, that 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 finna
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, reinvest
gardens drive, half a million nothing 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