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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I it Katy Perry
Wiz papers
smoking my favourite
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white like
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 always on frio, call me chilly
head and super head, and I really 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 raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

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

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

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I 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 like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving 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 only to do it
love me some head, and I love a 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 we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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