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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you what I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still sickie, it aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that just keep on dancing

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

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

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, to be told, I dont know 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 tell me that I look like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my Tez, thats my brother my round
tomorrows money, I call it maana
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting Miami kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking riders, shit 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 head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no other
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just that homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

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