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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you what I said
having a slumber party all my counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
super head and super head, and I really
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that just 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 n-gga tryna

made man, you hear I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
there go, Dollar bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be 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
love my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, know that homie dont play that
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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