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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Perry
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
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, also known as Papi
and Im straight up in the culo
my always on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no option
not for made and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im dollar bills
park the trunk on the
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
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
it boils down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just my style, I call 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 arena and it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit 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
love my team, aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you still a boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got some bad news, back in the feds
twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, look like he finna
genocide, people killing time
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
soon as you see success, haters
miami gardens drive, half a million less
raised the bar, I set the
my Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off